Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for street
side of chicago, chicago everywhere check it
It's like c'mon y'all, get get down
sense is in your town
I said y'all, get live get down
sense is in your town
Verse
I in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
be scatterin
Over the will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen slime that's babblin
Grammatics are masculine
I them in, verbally badgerin broads
I that madelline, was back on video lp
Raps I make up blacks do excuses
I feel like noah, hookin my mellows up on
If a ain't got a mind or job or crib she useless
Acoustic embrace rhymes while I chase mines
They say signs of the end is
I wonder can I walk a righteous path a beer
Got more than a kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier than craig in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my songs sound noise
Don't the bulls as much, they got too many white boys
A million men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
Verse
A prophet, raised black disciples and vice lords
Who don't a fuck about mic cords and nice swords
Get up, together risk your cup
I'm for a change, my man want his change in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on ass
I everything around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, get smashed
In I m*a*s*h like alan alda
nod, they say hey as if I was little walter
Eighty-seven strip walker 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, murf jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is like goin to the county being a
Verse
I the rhythm like a schwinn bike
in dim light
I use insight to
Device up in da skin
Words of wisdom from my windpipe
in flight
I send light, like kite I've been bright
Get open like on gym
And in fights I rights
Don't hook with my friends like
I spend up in dykes
I've been 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 with the, malt liquor
Cause off the malt I fought niggaz
Now my and thoughts quicker
Cruisin southside with no heat and no sticker
U ak got my back and we get no thicker
Eighty-seven got my and we don't get no thicker
got my back and we don't now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho
scared of no nigga
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm gone the storm