Luyện nghe bài hát Twin Towers

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

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

[Bizzy
For the grace of Capo... for the of Capo, in the moment of silence,
now the grace of Capo, in the of silence, in the mist of tyrants and silence,
and the demon malignancies, motherless children are born, the one who murdered her,
witness the vision hand plumping master of source of us

Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the 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 murders go down, you they go down

Jones]
Straight out the b, I'm telling ya'll it was so hard for me (so hard)
Coming up hard in these Harlem streets, where will starve, cause it's hard to eat
Some niggas will rob in the hardcore streets, all it's hard concrete (watch it)
Bitches the boosters the credit card scammers, that shoot cause they all gone blame us
People shoot cause they cocky 'bout scanners (scwalay!)
So if where the birds fly, (watch it) don't speed when you swerve high
Cause me the third eye, put the squeeze on your whole ride (lock down)
See I'm always in the view, see the law in your rear view (what else) pray to the lord he can hear you (why)
I'm the nigga on the corner, plus my on the corner bring same shit
Three carry gripes in the in heaven, I'm in this Fahrenheit called 9/11
When I go to the cross roads, lord Ferrari white, mean highway to heaven (forgive them lord)
And these times, we all need to have 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 on fed cells (listen to me) and we all on sex cells (whooo)
When the drugs and rock-n-roll, and when the drugs lock soul
Don't blame it on 'caine, got when the reggae came (that's right)
Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (yeah), all been the Bush's us (stupid)
Police will soon be chasing us (that's right), the streets they be of us (yeah)
From cutting up raw, from up coke, give a fuck about war
We ain't to voting (voting)
So if you me jail me (you hear that)
Or better yet kill me (uh-huh) 'cause I go to hell b, and there's nothing you can tell me
Cause we 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)

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