Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

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

Hypocrites forget like marionettes, strings in the like nets
The chosen one who fuckin' themselves to death
Lack of rhymes, punch lines
for your mind like Israel and Palestine

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

Ain't nothin' wrong but wait, fuck love song
It's the R&B strangler bringing noise in the
all the heads big times and Alzheimer's
Shot the pill while I skills up in Brazil

Now the pitch, time for a label
They psych it, I put the roof up on top of this
what like Tony [Incomprehensible]
They forgot, I to [Incomprehensible] around that clock

Lord save us from that of Davis that kidnap
Hip hop tracks and the in the game of rap
Put my soul in it, about the gold in it
the shotty, got 'em running from the Paparazzi

Lodi dodi, when the Feds and doom your party
Cracker in the back, don't you know it's
nothing changed, PE we be the same crew
Resurrection in the here to save you

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

Have everything goin'
You laughed before let's see you now, blue cow
Hell now, black cow, to birds
Word to bird, to bird nigga

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

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

One step two steps back
Making habits claiming habitats, tat tat
Wish you could turn back the of time
And get mental, pop the tape eight Lincoln Continental

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

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

New order is goin' down, gettin' 'round
I'm as spooked as that by the
Fuck it with Saddam bring a new Saigon
nothing changed PE we be the same crew boy

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

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

Sliding down broadway the J line
Slumped in the incline mind travels
Beyond the shell which holds the
Controlled by the Allah, I'll be the most

But also
For those who are unlawful to
I strive to alive and live this
fell victim to the wisdom

I mastered sex, the track
The mic like prostate impregnates
Onto the paper the pain
Or the love of my that hurts just the same

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

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

I you PE is still in full effect
the year 2000
We ain't taking no shorts and need to know that
To make your fat boy

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