Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

everything goin' haywire
You laughed before let's see you now, blue cow
now, black cow, word to birds
Word to bird, word to bird

One on one, hard tarot cards
Behold the one man man march
Takes a nation, 400 year
Apocalyptic no power in happy hour

Hazardous, no you like Lazarus
black baby, where my soul be at
Star spelled is rats, let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with industry cats

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

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

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

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

Yeah, that's right, eight no jokin'
We coming out
And for all y'all been sleeping on us
You're lacking, 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, ayyo 1-2
Ayyo, Masta I want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you ain't son
'em with the back of the gun son, make 'em run son

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

But punishable
For who are unlawful to righteousness
I strive to stay and live this
Many fell to the wisdom

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

Fuck fame, my gun I to maintain
are insidious baffles and eludes
Those who label the God as
not to apply their third eye
I at the speed of thought rate, it's fatal
What will enable a man to

And you can take that and put
On the of your brain son
Coming to you from Masta Killa
nottin' iller

I told you PE is still in effect
Beyond the year
We ain't taking no shorts and y'all to know that
To your head fat boy

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