Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

Damn back up on track again
[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 laugh themselves to death
Lack of rhymes, punch lines
Battle for your mind like and Palestine

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

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

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

save us from that sword 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 running the Paparazzi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ya know what I'm saying, ayyo 1-2
Ayyo, Masta Killa I 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 position mind travels
Beyond the shell holds the soul
Controlled by the Allah, I'll be the humble

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

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

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

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

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

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