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, there we go yeah, uh yeah

[Bizzy
Born in the probably we never get off the monopoly, won't we just stop it
with all the monotony, look at me awkwardly hide my broccoli, nigga
Fuck the media, how you come to me, follow me, bother me, tell me to simmer it down
of the system is worser now, melody murder must've ran
What if the rapture happens, nigga just deeper than rapping or not
Never change 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 in the mind of apocalyptic, biblical optimistic
Thank my lucky stars, I say my graces, I'm so thankful god
me to the promise land, all I see is cops with guns
Soap in my sock, county charges in the struggle with number one
Never will have a like me, reality checking the crooked judge
Man because the is over, we fucking soldiers, we fucking thugs
And nobody stopping 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
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 up to the heaven sky
We down the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm ready to die..................

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

Jones]
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 they go

[Jim
Straight out the projects b, I'm telling it was so hard for me (so hard)
Coming up hard in these Harlem streets, 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 card scammers, niggas that shoot cause they all gone blame us
they shoot cause they cocky 'bout scanners (scwalay!)
So if watch where the fly, (watch it) don't speed when you swerve high
Cause believe me the third eye, put the on your whole 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 same shit
Three carry gripes in the crime in heaven, I'm in Fahrenheit called 9/11
When I go to the roads, lord knows 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 like 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 drugs and rock-n-roll, and when the drugs lock your
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 streets be afraid of us (yeah)
From cutting up raw, from frying up coke, give a fuck 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
we risking ourselves, just sit in the cell, over punk as nigga in cells (damn)
All the grief in the cells, 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,
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 down like the twin towers
We political soldiers ghettolutionists, we freedom fighters