Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah get this one off for eighty-seven street
side of chicago, chicago everywhere check it
It's c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common is in your town
I said c'mon y'all, get live get
Common sense is in your
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I in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
be scatterin
Over the will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's that's babblin
Grammatics are masculine
I grab them in, verbally badgerin
I that madelline, was back on video lp
Raps I make up like do excuses
I like noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces
If a ain't got a mind or job or crib she useless
basslines embrace rhymes while I chase mines
They say signs of the end is
I wonder can I walk a righteous holdin a beer
Got more 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, got too many white boys
A black men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets...
Verse
A prophet, raised among disciples and vice lords
Who don't a fuck about mic cords and nice 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
put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like
On the rocks of reality, get smashed
In jams I m*a*s*h alan alda
nod, they say hey as if I was little walter
Eighty-seven walker taught the code of the area
By staying, within the
Exposed to stony stimuli, with I identify
Brothers through my rotate solidify the realness
Skull-caps, puffy jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is like goin to the county being a
three:
I ride the rhythm like a schwinn
When in dim
I use insight to
up in da skin tight
Words of wisdom from my windpipe
in flight
I send light, like kite I've been bright
Get like on gym nights
And in I send 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 in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a of bums
on negro and mums
Had to halt with the, liquor
Cause off the malt liquor I fought
Now my and thoughts quicker
Cruisin southside streets with no and no sticker
U ak got my and we don't get no thicker
Eighty-seven got my back and we don't get no
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 gone with the