Luyện nghe bài hát Twin Towers

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

[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 come to me, follow me, bother me, me to simmer it down
Part of the system is now, melody murder must've ran
What if the rapture happens, nigga just than rapping vanish or not
Never change 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 in the mind 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
in my sock, county charges stuck in the struggle with number one
Never will a friend like me, reality checking the crooked judge
Man because the rapping is over, we soldiers, we fucking thugs
And ain't nobody stopping my drugs
If I can down the words, and put them in plastic sucks, rip it to the nation, let it go what, what
Bitch I would speak your mind, even if they offended you
Ride off in the sun set, the streets niggas 'cause that's who I love
next to Capo twin towers shoot up to the heaven sky
We down the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm ready to die..................

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

[Jim
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist of 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 niggas will starve, cause hard to eat
Some niggas will rob in the hardcore streets, ridiculous all it's concrete (watch it)
Bitches the boosters the credit card scammers, niggas that cause they all gone blame us
they shoot cause they cocky 'bout scanners (scwalay!)
So if watch where the birds fly, (watch it) don't speed when you swerve
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 on the corner, plus my niggas on the corner bring same shit
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, highway to heaven (forgive them lord)
And these digital times, we all need to have a mind (that's right)
Federology, technology, and we can shine like (they can see from the stars)
When we on eggshells, when 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 your
Don't blame it on 'caine, got rich when the came (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 streets be afraid of us (yeah)
cutting up raw, from frying up coke, give a fuck about war
We ain't to voting (voting)
So if you draft me me (you hear that)
Or better yet kill me (uh-huh) 'cause I rather go to hell b, and 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 in this moment of silence, in the mist of the violence, the mist of tyrants,
my diamonds......yeah, by the grace of Capos nigga, you heard, that's two strong armies nigga
Two under bosses we can't be stopped, we will not be brought down like the twin
We some political ghettolutionists, we freedom fighters