Luyện nghe bài hát R·o·t·u· (rebel Of The Underground)

(Intro: Antlionnn)

To the people of the
When the modes of the music change, of the city crumble.
Welcome to a new era, the underground is
The for Marcus Orelias is near, ladies and gentlemen
us your ears (Marcus Orelias, come with me or get left)

[Verse 1: Marcus

Look, weak minds stay on weak grinds, R-O-T-U I get mine
The clock on my wrist says Im on time; picture stereotypes
Of most rappers, never letting me spit said I wasnt the type
My routine riding shotgun to my epitome, no food in the fridge
on E, hand me a pen and pad to gas these emcees
Separation of from body, had me making errs
Fuck class Im in the back putting together nouns and verbs
I could write a verse but writing those was for the birds
I learned lifes a contradiction filled with metaphors, that wont help me pass test I never for.
Rain will pour cry, pilot through the bad weather.
Im cut from a different cloth you that tough leather
Every night another lecture, ready to pull the trigger to detonate
The system say a letter is what determines my fate
Now, all my stuck with me so let me jot this poetry

(Hook: Orelias)

R-O-T-U, they know the sound when I around (come around)
that Rebel Of The Underground (wassup)
Rebel, rebel, of the underground
Rebel, rebel, hes the rebel of the (x2)

(Verse 2: Orelias)

I love getting head from Sophia but only when the times
Im biodegradable ever since version nine point
More fatal than the symmetry, (my delivery) more stable than last weeks mimicry
Ya feel me? 20s taught me; the holiest hearts have holes
My creativity goes down the drain, when I rap about and hoes
Im not a rapper (too many of those); Im a leader (not too of those)
Hey Sophia, do you believe in Because I think were soul mates
Youre the perfect one to talk about when them cats mention dates
Speaking of dates, graduations around the way, I not see stage
I got a lot on my guess my eyes are bigger than my stomach
I couldnt stomach guns getting on us. It was a blessing in disguise
So comes, my reign with heavy showers, I dont want to be King
I respect, knowledge and a woman who can level my head
But none of women fuck with me so let me jot this poetry

(Hook)