Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

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

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

Good news in some fuckin' ass times
No more disses, repeated hook 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 another love
It's the R&B strangler bringing in the wranglers
Rock all the heads big times and
the pill while I drop skills up in Brazil

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

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

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

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

Have everything goin'
You laughed before see you laugh now, blue cow
Hell now, black cow, word to
Word to bird, word to bird

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

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

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

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

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

New world order is goin' down, 'round
I'm as spooked as by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam I'll bring a new
Ain't changed PE we be the same crew boy

Yeah, right, nine eight no jokin'
We out smokin'
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 sneak up on you and crew

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

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

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

I mastered sex, the ovulates
The mic like gland impregnates
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 baffles and
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 back of your son
straight to you from Masta Killa
Ain't nottin'

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

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