Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for street
South side of chicago, chicago check it
It's like c'mon y'all, get live get
Common is in your town
I said c'mon y'all, get get down
Common sense is in your
one:
I stagger in the gathering by a patter-in
That be
Over the globe will my vocals be
my abdomen it's slime that's babblin
Grammatics are masculine
I them in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish that madelline, was back on lp
I make up like blacks do excuses
I like noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces
If a broad got a mind or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines rhymes while I chase mines
They say of the end is near
I can I walk a righteous path holdin a beer
Got verses than a kramer, go off like a pager
Skills than craig mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my songs sound noise
Don't watch the bulls as much, they got too white boys
A million black men walkin, one direction
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
two:
A prophet, among black disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic and nice swords
Get up, black risk your cup
I'm for a change, my man want his change in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the glass I'm puttin stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me cash
On the rocks of reality, get smashed
In I m*a*s*h like alan alda
Niggaz nod, say hey as if I was little walter
Eighty-seven strip taught the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, that I identify
Brothers went through my rotate solidify the
Skull-caps, puffy jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is goin to the county being a neutron
three:
I ride the rhythm a schwinn bike
When in dim
I use insight to
Device up in da skin
of wisdom wail from my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like ben's I've been bright
Get like on gym nights
And in fights I rights
Don't hook with my friends like
I nights up in dykes
I've indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it
I bathe in basslines, in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a of bums
on negro and mums
Had to halt the, malt liquor
Cause off the malt I fought niggaz
Now my speech and quicker
Cruisin streets with no heat and no sticker
U ak got my back and we get no thicker
Eighty-seven got my and we don't 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