Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for eighty-seven
side of chicago, chicago everywhere check it
It's like c'mon y'all, get live get
Common is in your town
I said y'all, get live get down
Common is in your town
Verse
I in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
be scatterin
Over the globe will my be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's that's babblin
that are masculine
I grab in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish that madelline, was back on lp
I make up like blacks do excuses
I feel like noah, hookin my up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a or job or crib she useless
Acoustic embrace rhymes while I chase mines
say signs of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a
Got more verses a kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier craig mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old said some of my songs sound like noise
Don't watch the bulls as much, they got too many white
A million men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets...
Verse
A prophet, among black disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a fuck mic cords and nice swords
Get up, black risk your cup
I'm wishin for a change, my man want his in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on they ass
I rule around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, get smashed
In jams I m*a*s*h alan alda
Niggaz nod, say hey as if I was little walter
Eighty-seven strip taught the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, with 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 being a
Verse
I ride the rhythm like a bike
When in dim
I use to enlight
up in da skin tight
Words of wisdom from my windpipe
in flight
I send light, ben's kite I've been bright
Get open on gym nights
And in I send rights
Don't hook with skins my friends
I spend up in dykes
I've indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it
I bathe in basslines, in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a of bums
Hooked on and mums
Had to halt with the, malt
Cause off the malt liquor I fought
Now my and thoughts quicker
Cruisin southside streets with no heat and no
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 scared of no
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm with the storm