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

[Bizzy
Born in the poverty probably we never get off the monopoly, we just stop it
with all the monotony, look at me awkwardly my broccoli, nigga what
Fuck the media, how could you come to me, follow me, bother me, me to simmer it down
of the system is worser now, melody murder must've ran
What if the rapture happens, nigga just 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, militants seven times, revolution rebellious, totally out of line
I still in the mind of apocalyptic, optimistic
my lucky stars, never 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 stuck in the struggle number one
Never will have a friend me, reality checking the crooked judge
Man because the rapping is over, we fucking soldiers, we thugs
And ain't stopping my fucking 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, if they offended you 'cous
Ride off in the sun set, with the streets 'cause that's who I love
Standing to Capo twin towers shoot up to the heaven sky
We rolling the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm ready 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, motherless children are born, the one who murdered her,
witness the first hand plumping master of source of us

[Jim
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the 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 these Harlem streets, where niggas starve, cause it's hard to eat
niggas will rob in the hardcore streets, ridiculous all it's hard concrete (watch it)
Bitches the boosters the credit card scammers, niggas that shoot cause all gone blame us
People they shoot cause 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 squeeze on whole ride (lock down)
See I'm always in the rear view, see the law in your 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
Three carry in the crime in heaven, I'm in this Fahrenheit called 9/11
I go to the cross roads, lord knows Ferrari white, mean highway to heaven (forgive them lord)
And these digital times, we all to have a political mind (that's right)
Federology, technology, and we can shine astrology (they can see from the stars)
we walking on eggshells, when 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 your soul
Don't blame it on 'caine, got rich when the reggae (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 fuck war
We trying to voting (voting)
So if you draft me jail me (you that)
Or better yet kill me (uh-huh) 'cause I rather go to b, and there's nothing you can tell me
Cause we risking ourselves, just sit in the cell, over 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)

Jones]
By the, grace of Capo in 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 we can't be stopped, we will not be brought down like the twin towers
We some political soldiers ghettolutionists, we fighters