Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for eighty-seven
South side of chicago, chicago check it
like c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common is in your town
I c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common is in your town
one:
I in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
be scatterin
Over the globe will my vocals be
Unravellin my abdomen slime that's babblin
Grammatics are masculine
I grab in, verbally badgerin broads
I that madelline, was back on video lp
Raps I make up like do excuses
I feel like noah, hookin my mellows up on
If a broad got a mind or job or crib she useless
Acoustic embrace rhymes while I chase mines
They say of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a path holdin a beer
Got more verses than a kramer, go off a pager
Skills uglier than craig mack in ear I'm the flavor
My old bird some of my songs sound like noise
Don't watch the bulls as much, they got too many white
A black men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets...
two:
A prophet, raised among disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a fuck 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
Bitches put em on the glass while I'm stickers on they ass
I rule everything me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
In jams I like alan alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was little
strip walker taught the code of the area
By staying, within the
Exposed to stony stimuli, with that I
Brothers went through my rotate the realness
Skull-caps, murf puffy jacket, lug on
Steppin to me is like goin to the county being a
three:
I ride the rhythm like a bike
in dim light
I use insight to
up in da skin tight
Words of wisdom wail my windpipe
in flight
I send light, like ben's kite I've been
Get open like on gym
And in fights I send
Don't hook skins my friends like
I spend nights up in
been indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it
I in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a of bums
on negro and mums
Had to halt with the, malt
off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
Now my and thoughts quicker
Cruisin streets with no heat 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 of no nigga
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm with the storm