Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah I'ma get one off for Eighty Seven Street
South side of Chicago everywhere check it
It's like c'mon y'all get get down
Common Sense is in your
I said c'mon y'all get get down
Common sense is in your
One:
I stagger in the possessed by a patter in
That be
Over the globe my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's
Grammatics are masculine
I them in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish that Madelline, was back on LP
Raps I make up like do excuses
I feel Noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a or job or crib she useless
basslines embrace rhymes while I chase mines
They say of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a righteous holdin a beer
Got more than a Kramer, go off like a pager
Skills than Craig Mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said of my songs sound like noise
Don't watch the Bulls as much, got too many white boys
A black men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
Verse
A prophet, raised among black disciples and Lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and 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 while I'm puttin stickers on they ass
I rule everything me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
In jams I M*A*S*H like Alda
nod, they say hey as if I was Little Walter
Eighty-Seven strip walker taught the code of the
by staying, the barrier
to stony 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 county a Neutron
Verse
I ride the like a Schwinn bike
When in dim
I use to enlight
up in da skin tight
Words of wisdom from my windpipe
in flight
I send light, like kite I've been bright
Get like on gym nights
And in fights I rights
Don't hook with skins my friends
I spend up in dykes
I've been indicted as a of all trades
I got it
I bathe in basslines, in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a tribe of
on negro and mums
Had to halt with the, malt
off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
Now my and thoughts quicker
Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no
U Ak got my back and we don't get no
Eighty-Seven got my and we don't get no thicker
Chicago got my back and we don't now 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