Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for eighty-seven
South side of chicago, everywhere check it
It's like c'mon y'all, get live get
sense is in your town
I said c'mon y'all, get live get
sense is in your town
Verse
I stagger in the possessed by a patter-in
That be
Over the globe my vocals be travellin
my abdomen it's slime that's babblin
Grammatics that are
I grab them in, verbally badgerin
I wish that madelline, was back on lp
Raps I make up like do excuses
I feel like noah, hookin my up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I chase
They say signs of the end is
I wonder can I a righteous path holdin a beer
Got more verses a kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier than craig mack in your ear I'm the
My old bird said some of my songs like noise
Don't watch the bulls as much, they got too many white
A million black men walkin, towards one
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
two:
A prophet, raised among black disciples and lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and nice
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 like
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 walker taught the code of the area
By staying, within the
Exposed to stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers went through my rotate 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 wail from my
Imaginations in
I send light, like ben's kite been bright
Get open on gym nights
And in fights I rights
Don't hook skins my friends like
I nights up in dykes
been indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in
from a tribe of bums
Hooked on and mums
Had to with the, malt liquor
Cause off the malt liquor I niggaz
Now my speech and quicker
Cruisin southside streets with no and no sticker
U ak got my back and we don't get no
Eighty-seven got my back and we get no thicker
got my back 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 gone the storm