Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for street
South of chicago, chicago everywhere check it
like c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common is in your town
I said c'mon y'all, get live get
Common is in your town
one:
I stagger in the gathering by a patter-in
be scatterin
Over the will my vocals be travellin
my abdomen it's slime that's babblin
Grammatics that are
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, hookin my mellows up on
If a broad ain't got a mind or job or crib she
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I mines
say signs of the end is near
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 bird said some of my songs sound like
watch the bulls as much, they got too many white boys
A million black men walkin, towards one
For sure, the cream of the planets...
Verse
A prophet, among black disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and nice
Get up, together black risk 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 rocks of reality, dreams get
In I m*a*s*h like alan alda
nod, they say hey as if I was little walter
Eighty-seven strip walker taught the of the area
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers through my rotate solidify the realness
Skull-caps, puffy jacket, lug boots on
to me is like goin to the county being a neutron
Verse
I the rhythm like a schwinn bike
in dim light
I use to enlight
Device up in da tight
Words of wail from my windpipe
in flight
I send light, like ben's kite been bright
Get open like on gym
And in fights I rights
Don't hook with my friends like
I spend up in dykes
I've been 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 and mums
Had to halt with the, malt
Cause off the liquor I fought niggaz
Now my speech and quicker
Cruisin streets with no heat and no sticker
U ak got my and we don't get no thicker
Eighty-seven got my and we don't get no thicker
got my back and we don't now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho
Ain't of no nigga
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm gone with the