Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah I'ma get one off for Eighty Seven Street
South side of Chicago Chicago everywhere it
It's like c'mon get live get down
Common Sense is in your
I said c'mon y'all get get down
Common sense is in your
Verse
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a in
That be
Over the will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen slime that's babblin
that are masculine
I grab them in, badgerin broads
I wish that Madelline, was on Video 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 I chase mines
They say signs of the end is
I wonder can I a righteous path holdin a beer
Got verses than a Kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier Craig Mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old said some of my songs sound like noise
Don't watch the as much, they got too many white boys
A million men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
Two:
A prophet, raised among disciples and Vice Lords
Who don't give a fuck mic cords and nice swords
get up, together black risk 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 stickers on they ass
I rule around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
In jams I M*A*S*H Alan Alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was Little
Eighty-Seven strip walker the code of the area
by staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, with that I
Brothers went through my solidify the realness
Skull-caps, Murf jacket, Lug boots on
to me is like goin to the county being a Neutron
Verse
I ride the like a Schwinn bike
When in dim
I use to enlight
Device up in da tight
of wisdom wail from my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like kite I've been bright
Get open on gym nights
And in I send 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
from 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 with no 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 of no nigga
But it's my to go I gotta go
And I'm with the storm