Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for street
South side of chicago, everywhere check it
It's like c'mon y'all, get live get
sense is in your town
I said c'mon y'all, get get down
Common is in your town
one:
I stagger in the gathering by a patter-in
That be
Over the globe my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my it's slime that's babblin
Grammatics are masculine
I grab them in, badgerin broads
I wish that madelline, was back on lp
I make up like blacks do excuses
I like noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a mind or job or crib she
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes I chase mines
say signs of the end is near
I can I walk a righteous path holdin a beer
Got more verses than a kramer, go off like a
Skills uglier craig mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my sound like noise
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, among black disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and swords
Get up, together risk your 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 stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me cash
On the of reality, dreams get smashed
In jams I m*a*s*h like alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was little
Eighty-seven strip walker taught the code of the
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, that I identify
went 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
When in dim
I use to enlight
Device up in da skin
Words of wisdom wail from my
in flight
I send light, ben's kite I've been bright
Get open on gym nights
And in fights I send
Don't with skins my friends like
I spend up in dykes
I've been indicted as a freak of all
I got it
I in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Come a tribe of bums
Hooked on and mums
Had to halt the, malt liquor
off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
Now my speech and quicker
Cruisin southside streets with no heat and no
U ak got my back and we don't get no
Eighty-seven got my back and we don't get no
Chicago got my back and we don't now it
I'm a ho but not a ho
Ain't of no nigga
But it's my turn to go I go
And I'm with the storm