Luyện nghe bài hát Twin Towers

[Bizzy "Chorus in background"]
Turn my vocals up.....turn my vocals up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little
Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up a little, yeah we go yeah, uh yeah

[Bizzy
Born in the poverty we never get off the monopoly, won't we just stop it
with all the monotony, look at me hide my broccoli, nigga what
the media, how could you come to me, follow me, bother me, tell me to simmer it down
Part of the system is worser now, murder must've ran
What if the happens, nigga just deeper than rapping vanish or not
Never gone my style, I do what I wanna pop, 'til the "Body Rot" stop
Generation X, I am the mastermind, general seven times, revolution rebellious, totally out of line
I still in the of apocalyptic, biblical optimistic
Thank my lucky stars, never I say my graces, I'm so god
Take me to the land, all I see is cops with guns
Soap in my sock, charges stuck in the struggle with number one
Never will have a friend like me, reality the crooked judge
Man because the rapping is over, we soldiers, we fucking thugs
And nobody stopping my fucking drugs
If I can melt the words, and put them in plastic sucks, rip it to the nation, let it go what, what
I would speak your mind, even if they offended you 'cous
Ride off in the sun set, with the streets niggas 'cause that's who I
Standing next to Capo twin towers shoot up to the sky
We down the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm ready to die..................

Bone]
For the grace of Capo... for the of Capo, in the moment of silence,
now the of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist of tyrants and silence,
and the demon malignancies, motherless are born, poppa the one who murdered her,
witness the vision first hand plumping master of of us

Jones]
By the, of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist of tyrants and violence,
I'm my diamonds, by the grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good,
But go down, you know they go down

[Jim
Straight out the projects b, I'm telling ya'll it was so for me (so hard)
Coming up hard in these streets, where niggas will starve, cause it's hard to eat
Some niggas rob in the hardcore streets, ridiculous all it's hard concrete (watch it)
Bitches the boosters the credit card scammers, niggas shoot cause they all gone blame us
People they shoot cause they cocky scanners (scwalay!)
So if watch where the birds fly, (watch it) don't speed when you high
Cause believe me the third eye, put the squeeze on your ride (lock down)
See I'm always in the rear view, see the law in your rear view (what else) to the lord he can hear you (why)
I'm the nigga on the corner, plus my niggas on the corner bring same
carry gripes in the crime in heaven, I'm in this Fahrenheit called 9/11
When I go to the cross roads, lord knows Ferrari white, mean highway to heaven (forgive lord)
And digital times, we all need to have a political mind (that's right)
Federology, technology, and we can shine like (they can see from the stars)
When we walking on eggshells, when you talk on cells (what happens)
When you on fed cells (listen to me) and we all on sex cells (whooo)
the drugs and rock-n-roll, and when the drugs lock your soul
Don't blame it on 'caine, got rich when the reggae (that's right)
Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (yeah), all the Bush's hoovernated us (stupid)
Police will soon be chasing us (that's right), the they be afraid of us (yeah)
From up raw, from frying up coke, give a fuck about war
We ain't trying to (voting)
So if you draft me jail me (you that)
Or better yet kill me (uh-huh) I rather go to hell b, and there's nothing you can tell me
we risking ourselves, just sit in the cell, over punk as nigga in cells (damn)
All the in the cells, spin on shelves, I'm running out of time, cause I'm living in hell (yeah)

Jones]
By the, grace of Capo in this moment of silence, in the of the violence, the mist of tyrants,
Flossing my diamonds......yeah, by the grace of Capos nigga, you heard, that's two strong armies
Two under bosses we can't be stopped, we will not be brought like the twin towers
We some political soldiers ghettolutionists, we freedom