Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

Damn back again up on again
[Incomprehensible] the bend
Some of y'all again, it got dark
On your mark get set, out of sight out of

Hypocrites forget like marionettes, in the back like nets
The chosen one who fuckin' laugh to death
Lack of rhymes, meaningless punch
Battle for mind like Israel and Palestine

Good news in some fuckin' ass times
No disses, repeated hook lines and chorus'
Days full of got issues and wishes
Got the jam but paid up off the misses

Ain't nothin' wrong but wait, another love song
It's the R&B strangler bringing in the wranglers
Rock all the heads big times and
Shot the while I drop skills up in Brazil

Now the pitch, for a label switch
psych it, I put the roof up on top of this bitch
Guess what Tony [Incomprehensible]
They forgot, I used to [Incomprehensible] around clock

Lord save us from sword of Davis that kidnap
Hip hop and the beats in the game of rap
Put my soul in it, careless the gold in it
Boom the shotty, got 'em running from the

Lodi dodi, when the Feds come and your party
in the back, don't you know it's Illuminati
Ain't nothing changed, PE we be the crew
Resurrection in the game to save you

Yo, it's going down baby, it's going family
That's my word, we gettin' ready to turn shit
To the two and three zeros, you what I'm sayin'
Have all the goin' backwards

Have goin' haywire
You laughed before see you laugh now, blue cow
Hell now, black cow, word to
Word to bird, word to bird

One on one, hard like cards
the one man million man march
Takes a nation, 400 year
Apocalyptic no in this happy hour

Hazardous, no you don't like
Just black baby, where my be at
Star backwards is rats, let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back these industry cats

One step forward two steps
habits claiming habitats, ratta tat tat
Wish you could turn the hands of time
And get mental, pop the tape track Lincoln Continental

I'm the mouth that roared, swore to the
The eye of hawk both and die by the sword
The forbidden, the six man be sinnin' the beginnin'
You know the suckers be hidden

Intense, knocking block with some sense
PE got more than dead presidents
The devil try to get me cross like a
But I'm focused on the like a local locust

New world order is goin' down, 'round
I'm as spooked as that by the
Fuck it with Saddam I'll a new Saigon
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the crew boy

Yeah, that's right, nine no jokin'
We out smokin'
And for all y'all that's sleeping on us
You're lacking, you're
Ayyo, check 1-2, got my man
about to sneak up on you and your crew

Ya know I'm saying, ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo, Killa I want you to put one up in 'em son
And 'em you ain't done son
Ball 'em with the back of the gun son, 'em run son

Sliding broadway beneath the J line
Slumped in the incline position mind
Beyond the which holds the soul
by the Allah, I'll be the most humble

But also
For those who are to righteousness
I to stay alive and live this
Many victim to the wisdom

I mastered sex, the ovulates
The mic like prostate gland
Onto the paper the pours
Or the love of my that hurts just the same

fame, my gun I bust to maintain
Moods are baffles and eludes
Those who the God as anti-social
Chose not to apply third eye
I travel at the speed of rate, it's fatal
What enable a man to levitate

And you can that and put that
On the of your brain son
straight to you from Masta Killa
Ain't nottin'

I told you PE is in full effect
Beyond the 2000
We ain't taking no shorts and y'all need to know
To make head fat boy

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