Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah I'ma get one off for Eighty Seven Street
South side of Chicago Chicago check it
It's like c'mon get live get down
Common Sense is in your
I c'mon y'all get live get down
Common sense is in town
Verse
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a in
That be
Over the globe will my vocals be
Unravellin my abdomen it's that's babblin
Grammatics that are
I grab in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish that Madelline, was on Video LP
Raps I make up blacks do excuses
I feel like Noah, hookin my up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a mind or job or she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I chase
say signs of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a path holdin a beer
Got more than a Kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier than Craig Mack in your ear I'm the
My old bird said some of my sound 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
Verse
A prophet, raised among disciples and Vice Lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and nice
get up, together black your cup
I'm for a change, my man want his change in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on ass
I rule everything me like cash
On the of reality, dreams get smashed
In jams I M*A*S*H like Alan
Niggaz nod, say hey as if I was Little Walter
Eighty-Seven strip walker the code of the area
by staying, within the
Exposed to stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers went through my solidify the realness
Skull-caps, Murf jacket, Lug boots on
Steppin to me is like goin to the being a Neutron
Verse
I ride the rhythm a Schwinn bike
When in dim
I use to enlight
Device up in da skin
of wisdom wail from my windpipe
Imaginations in
I light, like Ben's kite I've been bright
Get like on gym nights
And in fights I rights
Don't hook skins my friends like
I nights up in dykes
I've indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it
I in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Come a tribe of bums
Hooked on negro and
Had to halt with the, liquor
Cause off the malt I fought niggaz
Now my speech and quicker
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 don't get no
got my back and we don't now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho
Ain't scared of no
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm with the storm