Luyện nghe bài hát Twin Towers

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

Bone]
Born in the probably we never get off the monopoly, won't we just stop it
with all the monotony, at me awkwardly 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, melody must've ran
if the rapture 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 militants seven times, revolution rebellious, out of line
I still in the mind of apocalyptic, 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, county charges stuck in the struggle with one
Never will have a friend like me, reality checking the judge
Man because the rapping is over, we fucking soldiers, we fucking
And nobody stopping my fucking drugs
If I can melt down the words, and put them in plastic sucks, rip it to the nation, let it go what,
Bitch I speak your mind, even if they offended you 'cous
Ride off in the sun set, with the streets niggas 'cause who I love
Standing next to Capo twin towers up to the heaven sky
We rolling down the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm to die..................

[Bizzy
For the of Capo... for the grace 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, children are born, poppa the one who murdered her,
witness the vision first hand master of source of us

[Jim
By the, grace of Capo, in the of silence, in the mist of tyrants and violence,
I'm flossing my diamonds, by the of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good,
But murders go down, you know go down

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

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