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 like c'mon y'all, get live get
Common is in your town
I said y'all, get live get down
Common is in your town
Verse
I stagger in the possessed by a patter-in
That be
the globe will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's slime babblin
Grammatics are masculine
I grab in, verbally badgerin broads
I that madelline, was back on video lp
Raps I up like blacks do excuses
I like noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a mind or job or she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I chase
They say of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a
Got more than a kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier craig mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird some of my songs sound like noise
Don't the bulls as much, they got too many white boys
A million black men walkin, one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets...
two:
A prophet, raised among black disciples and vice
Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and nice
Get up, together black your cup
I'm wishin for a change, my man his change in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on ass
I rule around me like cash
On the of reality, dreams get smashed
In I m*a*s*h like alan alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was walter
Eighty-seven strip walker taught the of the area
By staying, the barrier
to stony stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers went through my solidify the realness
Skull-caps, puffy jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is like goin to the being a neutron
three:
I ride the rhythm a schwinn bike
When in dim
I use to enlight
Device up in da skin
Words of wisdom wail my windpipe
in flight
I light, like ben's kite I've been bright
Get open like on gym
And in I send rights
Don't with skins my friends like
I spend nights up in
I've been indicted as a of all trades
I got it
I in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a tribe of
Hooked on negro and
Had to halt with the, liquor
Cause off the malt I fought niggaz
Now my speech and quicker
Cruisin southside streets with no heat and no
U ak got my back and we don't get no
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