Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah get this 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 town
I said c'mon y'all, get get down
Common sense is in town
one:
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a
be scatterin
Over the will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's that's babblin
Grammatics that are
I grab them in, verbally broads
I wish madelline, was back on video lp
Raps I make up like blacks do
I feel noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a mind or job or she useless
Acoustic basslines rhymes while I chase mines
They say of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a
Got more verses than a kramer, go off like a
uglier 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, they got too white boys
A black men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets...
two:
A prophet, among black disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic and nice swords
Get up, together black risk cup
I'm for a change, my man want 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 me like cash
On the rocks of reality, get smashed
In jams I m*a*s*h like alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was little
strip walker taught the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, with I identify
Brothers through 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 rhythm a schwinn bike
in dim light
I use to enlight
Device up in da tight
of wisdom wail from my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like ben's kite I've bright
Get open on gym nights
And in I send rights
Don't hook with skins my friends
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
from a tribe of bums
Hooked on negro and
Had to with the, malt liquor
Cause off the liquor I fought niggaz
Now my and thoughts quicker
Cruisin streets with no heat 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 my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm with the storm