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 is in your town
I said c'mon y'all, get get down
Common sense is in town
Verse
I stagger in the possessed by a patter-in
That be
Over the globe will my vocals be
Unravellin my abdomen slime that's babblin
Grammatics that are
I them in, verbally badgerin broads
I that madelline, was back on video lp
I make 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 rhymes while I chase mines
They say of the end is near
I can I walk a righteous path holdin a beer
Got more than a kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier than mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my sound like noise
Don't the bulls 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, among black disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a about mic cords and nice swords
Get up, together black your cup
I'm for a change, my man want 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 like alan alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was little
Eighty-seven strip walker the code of the area
By staying, within the
Exposed to stony stimuli, that I identify
Brothers through my rotate solidify the realness
Skull-caps, murf jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is like to the county being a neutron
three:
I ride the rhythm a schwinn bike
in dim light
I use insight to
Device up in da tight
Words of wail from my windpipe
in flight
I send light, like ben's kite been bright
Get open like on gym
And in fights I rights
hook with skins my friends like
I nights up in dykes
I've indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it
I in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
from a tribe of bums
Hooked on and mums
Had to halt with the, malt
Cause off the liquor I fought niggaz
Now my speech and thoughts
Cruisin southside streets with no and no sticker
U ak got my back and we don't get no
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 it's my to go I gotta go
And I'm gone the storm