Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

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

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

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

Ain't nothin' wrong but wait, fuck another song
It's the R&B strangler bringing 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
psych it, I put the roof up on top of this bitch
Guess what like Tony
They forgot, I used to [Incomprehensible] around that

Lord save us from that sword of Davis that
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 running the Paparazzi

Lodi dodi, the Feds come and doom your party
Cracker in the back, you know it's Illuminati
Ain't 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 gettin' to turn this shit
To the two and zeros, you know what I'm sayin'
Have all the clocks backwards

everything goin' haywire
You before let's see you laugh now, blue cow
Hell now, cow, word to birds
Word to bird, to bird nigga

One on one, like tarot cards
the one man million man march
Takes a nation, 400 violation
Apocalyptic no power in happy hour

Hazardous, no you like Lazarus
Just baby, where my soul 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 turn the hands of time
And get mental, pop the tape eight track Lincoln

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' the beginnin'
You know the suckers hand be

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

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

Yeah, that's right, nine eight no
We coming out
And for all y'all that's sleeping on us
You're lacking, you're
Ayyo, 1-2, I've got my man
about to sneak 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 show 'em you done son
'em with the back of the gun son, make 'em run son

Sliding down broadway the J line
Slumped in the incline position mind
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 stay alive and this
Many fell victim to the

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

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 of thought rate, it's fatal
What will enable a man to

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

I you PE is still in full effect
Beyond the year
We taking no shorts and y'all need to know that
To your head fat boy

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