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
up a little more, turn'em up a little, yeah there we go yeah, uh yeah

[Bizzy
Born in the poverty we never get off the monopoly, won't we just stop it
with all the monotony, look at me hide my broccoli, nigga what
Fuck the media, how could you to me, follow me, bother me, tell me to simmer it down
Part of the system is now, melody murder must've ran
if the rapture happens, nigga just deeper 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, militants seven times, revolution rebellious, totally out of line
I in the mind of apocalyptic, biblical optimistic
Thank my lucky stars, I say my graces, I'm so thankful god
Take me to the promise land, all I see is with guns
Soap in my sock, county charges stuck in the with number one
Never will have a friend me, reality checking the crooked judge
Man because the rapping is over, we 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
Bitch I would speak your mind, even if they you 'cous
Ride off in the sun set, with the niggas 'cause that's who I love
next to Capo twin towers shoot up to the heaven sky
We rolling down the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm to die..................

[Bizzy
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 demon malignancies, motherless children are born, poppa the one who her,
witness the vision first hand plumping of source of us

Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the of silence, in the mist of tyrants and violence,
I'm my diamonds, by the grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good,
But go down, you know they 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 will starve, cause it's 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 shoot cause they all blame us
People they cause they cocky 'bout scanners (scwalay!)
So if watch where the birds fly, (watch it) don't speed when you high
Cause believe me the third eye, put the squeeze on your ride (lock down)
See I'm always in the rear view, see the law in rear view (what else) pray to the lord he can hear 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 Ferrari white, mean highway to heaven (forgive them lord)
And these digital times, we all need to a political 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 on fed cells (listen to me) and we all on sex cells (whooo)
When the and rock-n-roll, and when the drugs lock your soul
Don't blame it on 'caine, got rich the reggae came (that's right)
Bill rejuvenated us (yeah), all been the Bush's hoovernated us (stupid)
will soon be chasing us (that's right), the streets they be afraid of us (yeah)
From cutting up raw, from frying up coke, a fuck about war
We trying to voting (voting)
So if you me jail me (you hear that)
Or better yet kill me (uh-huh) 'cause I go to hell b, and there's nothing you can tell me
Cause we risking ourselves, sit in the cell, over punk as nigga in cells (damn)
All the grief in the cells, spin on shelves, I'm out of time, cause I'm living in hell (yeah)

Jones]
By the, grace of Capo in this moment of silence, in the mist of the violence, the of tyrants,
Flossing my diamonds......yeah, by the grace of 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 soldiers ghettolutionists, we freedom