Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for eighty-seven
South side of chicago, chicago everywhere it
like c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common sense is in town
I said y'all, get live get down
Common sense is in your
one:
I in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
That be
the globe will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's
Grammatics that are
I grab them in, badgerin broads
I wish that madelline, was back on lp
Raps I make up like do excuses
I feel noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes I chase mines
They say of the end is near
I can I walk a righteous path holdin a beer
Got more verses than a kramer, go off like a
Skills uglier craig mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my songs sound like
Don't watch the as much, they got too many white boys
A million black men walkin, one direction
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
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A prophet, raised black disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and swords
Get up, black risk 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 on they ass
I rule everything around me cash
On the rocks of reality, get smashed
In jams I m*a*s*h like alan
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was little
Eighty-seven strip walker taught the of the area
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, with I identify
went through my rotate solidify the realness
Skull-caps, puffy jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is like to the county being a neutron
Verse
I ride the rhythm a schwinn bike
When in dim
I use insight to
up in da skin tight
Words of wail from my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like ben's kite been bright
Get open like on gym
And in fights I send
Don't hook with skins my 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
Come from a tribe of
Hooked on negro and
Had to halt with the, liquor
Cause off the liquor I fought niggaz
Now my speech and thoughts
Cruisin southside streets with no heat and no
U ak got my and we don't get no thicker
Eighty-seven got my back and we get no thicker
Chicago got my and we don't now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho
Ain't of no nigga
But it's my turn to go I go
And I'm with the storm