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 we go yeah, uh yeah

Bone]
Born in the poverty probably we never get off the monopoly, won't we just it
with all the monotony, look at me hide my broccoli, nigga what
Fuck the media, how could you come to me, follow me, 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
gone 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 still in the mind of apocalyptic, 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
will have a friend like me, reality checking the crooked judge
Man the rapping is over, we fucking 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
Bitch I would your mind, even if they offended you 'cous
Ride off in the sun set, with the streets niggas that's who I love
Standing next to Capo towers shoot up to the heaven sky
We rolling down the ninety-five, 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 of tyrants and silence,
and the malignancies, motherless children are born, poppa the one who murdered her,
witness the vision hand plumping master of source of us

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

[Jim
Straight out the b, I'm telling ya'll 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 streets, ridiculous all it's hard concrete (watch it)
Bitches the boosters the credit card scammers, niggas that shoot cause they all blame us
People they shoot cause cocky 'bout scanners (scwalay!)
So if watch where the birds fly, (watch it) don't when you swerve high
believe me the third eye, put the squeeze on your whole ride (lock down)
See I'm in the rear 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, 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, knows Ferrari white, mean 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 like astrology (they can see from the stars)
we walking on eggshells, when you talk on next cells (what happens)
When you talking on fed cells (listen to me) and we all on sex (whooo)
When the drugs and rock-n-roll, and when the drugs your soul
blame it on 'caine, got rich when the reggae came (that's right)
Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (yeah), all been the hoovernated us (stupid)
will soon be chasing us (that's right), the streets they be afraid of us (yeah)
From 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 there's you can tell me
Cause we risking ourselves, just sit in the cell, over punk as nigga in (damn)
All the grief in the cells, spin on shelves, I'm running out of time, cause I'm living in (yeah)

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