Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah get this one off for Eighty Seven Street
South side of Chicago Chicago check it
like c'mon y'all get live get down
Common Sense is in town
I said c'mon y'all get get down
Common sense is in town
Verse
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a in
That be
Over the globe my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen slime that's babblin
Grammatics that are
I grab them in, verbally broads
I that Madelline, was back on Video LP
Raps I up like blacks do excuses
I feel like Noah, my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a mind or job or crib she
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I chase
say signs of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a
Got more verses than a Kramer, go off a pager
Skills than Craig Mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said of my songs sound like noise
Don't watch the Bulls as much, they got too many white
A million black men walkin, towards one
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
Verse
A prophet, among black disciples and Vice Lords
Who don't give a about mic cords and nice swords
get up, black risk your cup
I'm wishin for a change, my man his change in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the glass while I'm stickers on they ass
I rule everything me like cash
On the rocks of reality, get smashed
In jams I like Alan Alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was Walter
Eighty-Seven strip walker taught the code of the
by staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, with I identify
Brothers went through my rotate solidify the
Skull-caps, Puffy jacket, Lug boots on
Steppin to me is like goin to the being a Neutron
Three:
I ride the rhythm a Schwinn bike
When in dim
I use to enlight
Device up in da tight
Words of wisdom wail from my
Imaginations in
I light, like Ben's kite I've been bright
Get open on gym nights
And in fights I rights
Don't hook skins my friends like
I spend nights up in
I've been indicted as a freak of all
I got it
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in
from a tribe of bums
Hooked on negro and
Had to halt with the, malt
off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
Now my speech and thoughts
Cruisin Southside streets no heat and no sticker
U Ak got my and we don't get no thicker
Eighty-Seven got my back and we get no thicker
got my back and we don't now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho
Ain't scared of no
But it's my to go I gotta go
And I'm with the storm