Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah get this one off for Eighty Seven Street
South side of Chicago everywhere check it
It's like y'all get live get down
Common is in your town
I said c'mon y'all get get down
Common sense is in town
One:
I in the gathering possessed by a patter in
be scatterin
Over the globe my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's that's babblin
Grammatics that are
I grab them in, verbally badgerin
I wish that Madelline, was on Video LP
Raps I up like blacks do excuses
I feel like Noah, hookin my up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines rhymes while I chase mines
say signs of the end is near
I wonder can I a righteous path holdin a beer
Got verses than a Kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier than Mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my songs like noise
Don't watch the Bulls as much, got too many white boys
A million men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
Two:
A prophet, raised among black disciples and Vice
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 want his in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
In I M*A*S*H like Alan Alda
nod, they say hey as if I was Little Walter
Eighty-Seven strip walker the code of the area
by staying, within the
Exposed to stony stimuli, with that I
Brothers went through my rotate solidify the
Skull-caps, Murf jacket, Lug boots on
Steppin to me is like goin to the county being a
Three:
I ride the rhythm like a bike
in dim light
I use insight to
up in da skin tight
Words of wisdom wail my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like Ben's kite been bright
Get open on gym nights
And in I send rights
Don't hook with my friends like
I spend nights up in
I've been indicted as a of all trades
I got it
I in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
from a tribe of bums
Hooked on negro and
Had to halt with the, malt
Cause off the malt I fought niggaz
Now my speech and thoughts
Cruisin Southside with no heat and no sticker
U Ak got my back and we get no thicker
got my back and we don't get no thicker
Chicago got my and we don't now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho
Ain't of no nigga
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm with the storm