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 we go yeah, uh yeah

[Bizzy
in the poverty 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 could you 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 deeper than rapping vanish 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 in the mind of apocalyptic, biblical optimistic
Thank my stars, never 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 struggle number one
Never will have a friend like me, reality checking the crooked
Man because the is over, we fucking soldiers, we fucking thugs
And ain't nobody 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 offended you
Ride off in the sun set, with the streets 'cause that's 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..................

[Bizzy
For the of Capo... for the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence,
now the grace of Capo, in the of silence, in the mist of tyrants 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 moment of silence, in the 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 murders go down, you know they go

Jones]
Straight out the projects b, I'm ya'll it was so hard for me (so hard)
Coming up hard in these Harlem streets, where niggas will starve, it's hard to eat
Some niggas will rob in the hardcore streets, ridiculous all it's hard (watch it)
Bitches the the credit card scammers, niggas that shoot cause they all gone blame us
People they shoot cause they cocky 'bout (scwalay!)
So if watch where the birds fly, (watch it) 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 rear view (what else) pray to the 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 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 have a mind (that's right)
Federology, technology, and we can shine like (they can see from the stars)
When we 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 drugs and rock-n-roll, and the drugs lock your soul
Don't blame it on 'caine, got when the reggae came (that's right)
Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (yeah), all the Bush's hoovernated us (stupid)
Police will 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 ain't trying to (voting)
So if you draft me me (you hear that)
Or better yet me (uh-huh) 'cause I rather go to hell b, and there's nothing 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 grace of Capos nigga, you heard, two strong armies nigga
Two under bosses we can't be stopped, we will not be brought like the twin towers
We some political ghettolutionists, we freedom fighters