Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for eighty-seven
South side of chicago, chicago everywhere it
It's c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common sense is in your
I said 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 will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's
Grammatics that are
I grab them in, verbally broads
I wish that madelline, was on video lp
Raps I make up like blacks do
I feel like noah, hookin my up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a mind or job or she useless
Acoustic basslines rhymes while I chase mines
say signs of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a
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 of my songs sound like noise
Don't watch the bulls as much, they got too many white
A million black men walkin, towards one
For sure, the cream of the planets...
two:
A prophet, raised among black disciples and lords
Who don't give a fuck mic cords and nice swords
Get up, black risk your cup
I'm wishin for a change, my man want his 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 like alan alda
nod, they say hey as if I was little walter
Eighty-seven strip taught the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers went through my solidify 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 wail from my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like kite I've been bright
Get open on gym nights
And in fights I send
Don't hook with my friends like
I spend up in dykes
I've been indicted as a freak of all
I got it
I bathe in basslines, in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a of bums
Hooked on and mums
Had to halt with the, liquor
Cause off the malt liquor I fought
Now my speech and quicker
Cruisin southside streets with no and no sticker
U ak got my back and we get no thicker
got my back and we don't get no thicker
Chicago got my back and we now check 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 the storm