Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for eighty-seven
South side of chicago, chicago everywhere it
It's like c'mon y'all, get get down
sense is in your town
I said c'mon y'all, get live get
sense is in your town
Verse
I stagger in the possessed by a patter-in
be scatterin
Over the globe my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's slime babblin
Grammatics that are
I grab in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish that madelline, was on video lp
Raps I make up like do excuses
I feel like noah, my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a or job or crib she useless
Acoustic embrace rhymes while I chase mines
They say signs of the end is
I wonder can I walk a righteous holdin a beer
Got verses than a kramer, go off like a pager
Skills than 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 black men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets...
two:
A prophet, raised among black disciples and lords
Who don't give a fuck mic cords and nice swords
Get up, black risk your cup
I'm for a change, my man want his change 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 like alan alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was walter
Eighty-seven strip walker the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, with I identify
Brothers went my rotate 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
in dim light
I use to enlight
Device up in da skin
Words of wisdom wail my windpipe
in flight
I send light, like ben's kite I've been
Get open on gym nights
And in I send rights
hook with skins my friends like
I spend up in dykes
I've been as a freak 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 with the, malt liquor
off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
Now my and thoughts quicker
southside streets with no heat and no sticker
U ak got my and we don't get no thicker
Eighty-seven got my back and we don't get no
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