Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah I'ma get this one off for Eighty Street
South of Chicago Chicago everywhere check it
It's like c'mon y'all get live get
Common is in your town
I said c'mon get live get down
Common sense is in your
Verse
I stagger in the possessed by a patter in
be scatterin
Over the globe my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my it's slime that's babblin
that are masculine
I grab in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish that Madelline, was on Video LP
Raps I up like blacks do excuses
I feel Noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a mind or job or she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes I chase mines
They say signs of the end is
I wonder can I walk a path holdin a beer
Got more verses a Kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier than Craig Mack in ear I'm the flavor
My old said some of my songs sound like noise
Don't the Bulls as much, they got too many white boys
A black men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
Two:
A prophet, raised among black disciples and Lords
Who don't give a about mic cords and nice swords
get up, together 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 puttin stickers on ass
I rule everything around me cash
On the of reality, dreams get smashed
In jams I like Alan Alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was Walter
Eighty-Seven strip walker taught the of the area
by staying, within the
Exposed to stony stimuli, with that I
Brothers went through my solidify the realness
Skull-caps, Murf Puffy jacket, Lug on
Steppin to me is like goin to the being a Neutron
Three:
I ride the rhythm like a bike
When in dim
I use to enlight
Device up in da skin
Words of wisdom wail my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like Ben's I've been bright
Get open like on gym
And in I send rights
Don't hook with skins my like
I spend nights up in
I've indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it
I bathe in basslines, in riffs, dry in drums
Come a tribe of bums
on negro and mums
Had to halt the, malt liquor
Cause off the malt liquor I fought
Now my and thoughts quicker
Cruisin streets with no heat and no sticker
U Ak got my back and we get no thicker
Eighty-Seven got my back and we don't get no
Chicago got my back and we now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho
scared of no nigga
But it's my turn to go I go
And I'm with the storm