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 town
I said c'mon y'all get get down
Common is in your town
Verse
I in the gathering possessed by a patter in
That be
the globe will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my it's slime that's babblin
Grammatics are masculine
I grab them in, badgerin broads
I wish that Madelline, was back on LP
Raps I make up blacks do excuses
I feel like Noah, my mellows up on deuces
If a broad got a mind or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I mines
They say signs of the end is
I wonder can I walk a righteous path a beer
Got more verses than a Kramer, go off like a
Skills uglier than Craig Mack in your ear I'm the
My old bird some of my songs sound like noise
Don't watch the as much, they got too many white boys
A black men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets...
Two:
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 wishin for a change, my man want his in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the glass while I'm puttin on they ass
I rule everything around me like
On the rocks of reality, get smashed
In I M*A*S*H like Alan Alda
Niggaz nod, say hey as if I was Little Walter
Eighty-Seven strip walker the code of the area
by staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, with I identify
Brothers went through my rotate solidify the
Skull-caps, Murf jacket, Lug boots on
Steppin to me is like goin to the county a Neutron
Verse
I ride the like a Schwinn bike
in dim light
I use to enlight
up in da skin tight
Words of wisdom wail my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like kite I've been bright
Get open on gym nights
And in fights I rights
Don't hook with skins my friends
I nights up in dykes
I've indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it
I bathe in basslines, in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a of bums
Hooked on and mums
Had to with the, malt liquor
off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
Now my speech and quicker
Cruisin Southside with no heat and no sticker
U Ak got my back and we don't get no
got my back and we don't get no thicker
Chicago got my back and we 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 gone the storm