Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for street
South of chicago, chicago everywhere check it
It's c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common sense is in town
I c'mon y'all, get live get down
sense is in your town
Verse
I stagger in the gathering by a patter-in
be scatterin
Over the globe will my vocals be
Unravellin my abdomen it's that's babblin
Grammatics are masculine
I grab them in, verbally broads
I wish that madelline, was back on lp
Raps I up like blacks do excuses
I feel like noah, hookin my mellows up on
If a broad got a mind or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace while I chase mines
say signs of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a path holdin a beer
Got more verses than a kramer, go off a pager
Skills uglier craig mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my songs sound like
Don't watch the as much, they got too many white boys
A million men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets...
two:
A prophet, raised among disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic and nice swords
Get up, black risk your cup
I'm wishin for a change, my man his change in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on they ass
I rule everything me like cash
On the of reality, dreams get smashed
In jams I m*a*s*h alan alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was walter
strip walker taught the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, with that I
Brothers went through my rotate the realness
Skull-caps, puffy jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is goin to the county being a neutron
Verse
I the rhythm like a schwinn bike
When in dim
I use insight to
Device up in da tight
Words of wisdom wail from my
Imaginations in
I send light, like ben's kite I've bright
Get open on gym nights
And in fights I send
Don't hook with my friends like
I spend nights up in
I've been indicted as a 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 malt I fought niggaz
Now my and thoughts quicker
Cruisin southside streets with no heat and no
U ak got my back and we get no thicker
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
Ain't scared of no
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm gone with the