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

(Intro: Antlionnn)

To the people of the
the modes of the music change, walls of the city crumble.
Welcome to a new era, the is here
The for Marcus Orelias is near, ladies and gentlemen
Lend us your (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 never on picture stereotypes
Of most rappers, never letting me spit said I wasnt the type
My routine consist riding shotgun to my epitome, no food in the
Stomachs on E, hand me a pen and pad to gas these
Separation of soul from body, had me errs
Fuck writing class Im in the back putting together nouns and
I could write a but writing those essays was for the birds
I learned lifes a contradiction filled with metaphors, that wont help me pass test I studied for.
Rain pour never cry, pilot through the bad weather.
Im cut from a different cloth you know that tough
Every night another lecture, ready to the trigger about to detonate
The system say a grade is what determines my fate
Now, all my teachers stuck me so let me jot this poetry

(Hook: Orelias)

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

(Verse 2: Orelias)

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

(Hook)