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 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, we just stop it
with all the monotony, look at me awkwardly hide my broccoli, nigga
Fuck the media, how could you come to me, follow me, me, tell me to simmer it down
Part of the is worser now, melody murder must've ran
What if the rapture happens, nigga just deeper 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, general militants seven times, revolution rebellious, totally out of
I still in the mind of apocalyptic, optimistic
Thank my stars, never I say my graces, I'm so thankful god
Take me to the promise land, all I see is cops with
Soap in my sock, county stuck in the struggle with number one
Never will have a friend like me, reality checking the judge
Man the rapping 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 who I love
next to Capo twin towers shoot up to the heaven sky
We rolling the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm ready to die..................

Bone]
For the grace of Capo... for the 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 are born, poppa the one who murdered her,
witness the vision first hand plumping master of 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 grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it be all good,
But murders go down, you know they go

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 will starve, cause it's hard to eat
Some niggas rob in the hardcore streets, ridiculous all it's hard concrete (watch it)
Bitches the boosters the credit card scammers, niggas that cause they all gone blame us
People they shoot cause cocky 'bout scanners (scwalay!)
So if watch the birds fly, (watch it) don't speed when you swerve high
Cause believe me the 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 crime in heaven, I'm in this Fahrenheit 9/11
When I go to the cross roads, lord knows Ferrari white, mean highway to heaven (forgive lord)
And digital times, we all need to have a political mind (that's right)
Federology, technology, and we can shine like astrology (they can see the stars)
When we walking on eggshells, when you talk on 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 lock your soul
Don't it on 'caine, got rich when the reggae came (that's right)
Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (yeah), all been the hoovernated us (stupid)
Police will soon be chasing us (that's right), the streets they be of us (yeah)
From cutting up raw, from frying up coke, give a fuck war
We ain't trying to (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, punk as nigga in cells (damn)
All the grief in the cells, spin on shelves, I'm running out of time, cause I'm in hell (yeah)

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