Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for street
South of chicago, chicago everywhere check it
It's like y'all, get live get down
Common sense is in town
I c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common is in your town
one:
I stagger in the gathering by a patter-in
be scatterin
Over the will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's slime babblin
Grammatics are masculine
I grab them in, verbally broads
I wish that madelline, was on video 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
basslines embrace rhymes while I chase mines
They say signs of the end is
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 bird said some of my songs like noise
Don't watch the bulls as much, they got too many white
A million black men walkin, one direction
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
Verse
A prophet, raised among black disciples and vice
Who don't give a about mic cords and nice swords
Get up, together black risk 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 everything around me cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
In jams I m*a*s*h alan alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was walter
Eighty-seven walker taught the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, that I identify
Brothers went my rotate solidify the realness
Skull-caps, puffy jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is like goin to the county a neutron
Verse
I ride the rhythm like a schwinn
When in dim
I use to enlight
Device up in da tight
Words of wisdom wail my windpipe
in flight
I send light, ben's kite I've been bright
Get open on gym nights
And in fights I send
hook with skins my friends like
I nights up in dykes
been 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 and mums
Had to halt the, malt liquor
off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
Now my speech and thoughts
Cruisin southside streets no heat and no sticker
U ak got my and we don't get no thicker
Eighty-seven got my back and we get no thicker
Chicago got my back and we don't now it
I'm a ho but not a ho
scared of no nigga
But it's my to go I gotta go
And I'm gone the storm