Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

Damn again up on track again
'round the bend
Some of black again, it got dark
On your mark get set, out of sight out of

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

Good news in some fuckin' hard ass
No more disses, repeated hook lines and
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 noise in the wranglers
Rock all the big times and Alzheimer's
Shot the pill while I drop up in Brazil

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

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

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

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

Have everything haywire
You laughed let's see you laugh now, blue cow
now, black cow, word to birds
Word to bird, to bird nigga

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

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

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

I'm the mouth roared, swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the
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 than presidents
The devil try to get me like a crucifix
But I'm focused on the vultures like a local

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

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

Ya know what I'm saying, check 1-2
Ayyo, Masta I want 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 broadway beneath the J line
Slumped in the incline mind travels
Beyond the which holds the soul
Controlled by the Allah, be the most humble

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

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

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

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

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

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