Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

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

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

news in some fuckin' hard ass times
No more disses, repeated hook lines and
Days full of doris' got and wishes
Got the jam but gettin' up off the misses

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

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] that clock

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

Lodi dodi, when the come and doom your party
Cracker in the back, you know it's Illuminati
Ain't changed, PE we be the same crew
Resurrection in the here to save you

Yo, it's down baby, it's going down 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

everything goin' haywire
You laughed before let's see you laugh now, cow
Hell now, cow, word to birds
Word to bird, to bird nigga

One on one, hard like tarot
Behold the one man million man
a nation, 400 year violation
Apocalyptic no power in happy hour

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ya what I'm saying, ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo, Masta Killa I you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you ain't son
Ball 'em with the of the gun son, make 'em run son

Sliding down broadway the J line
Slumped in the position mind travels
Beyond the shell holds the soul
by the Allah, I'll be the most humble

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

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

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

And you can take and put that
On the of your brain son
Coming straight to you Masta Killa
Ain't iller

I told you PE is still in full
Beyond the year
We taking no shorts and y'all need to know that
To make your fat boy

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