Luyện nghe bài hát Re: Definition

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One two three, Mos Def and Kweli
We to rock it on to the tip-top
alliance in hip-hop,
I said, one two tree, Black Star eternally
We came to rock it on to the
And Hi-Tek make the beat

RE DEFinition, turning your play a tragedy
Exhibit level on the mic, passionately
is sweet so I bet if I bit I'd get a cavity
Living to get high, you ain't flyer than
We Die Hard like the done in the back of me by the mad MC
Who think imitation is the highest form of flattery,
Don't be mad at me, I had to be the one to it to you
You get kicked into like judo, no Menudo
Cause you pseudo, to compete with reality like Xerox
destruction you spiraling like hair locks, wipe them teardrops
Chasing stars in your eyes, playing games your lives
Now the wives is widows soaking up pillows, like willows
Still mo' blacks is dying, ain't living they trying
"How to Make a Slave" by Willie Lynch is still
Regardless, the Mos is one of my partners
Rocking ever since before was called The Artist
before Funkmaster Flex was rocking Starter
When 'Pac and Biggie was still before they was martyrs
Life or death, if I'm choosing with breath I'm enhancing
Stop, there comes a time you can't run

What, handsome, call collect a king's ransom
Jams I write soon become the anthem
Way out Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom
talk about me to your grandsons
Cats who claiming they be mad fag
So I run through em like, flood through sandbags
is mad, what I got, they can't have
Sinking they ship, Moby Dick, did Ahab
Son I'm way past the minimum, enter a
Where cats will a gat to your back, like Palestinians
Abyssinian, try to ? the ?
Official b-boy gentlemen turn off at the interim
Born inside the one, day after December 10
simpletons they mentioning the synonym for feminine
Sweeter than cinnamon or danish rings by entammen
Rush up on adrenaline, and get they asses sent to
(Gentlemen) you got tenement, well assemble it!
Leave your unit trembling like herds of moving
Intelligent embellishment, follow for your
Flatbush settlement, SKIN possess melanin
Hotter than tales of crack peddlin, making 'em
Like blue gelatin, swing like Duke
Broader Barrington Levy, believe me
The hot oppression rent who burn down your chief
You see me?

One two three, Mos Def and Kweli
We came to rock it on to the
Best in hip-hop, wayohh
I said, one two tree, Black Star eternally
We to rock it on to the tip-top
Because we rulin hip-hop, yes we is hip-hop
Talib Kweli is rulin
Say we Black Star we rule
Whoah!