Luyện nghe bài hát Twin Towers

[Bizzy "Chorus in background"]
Turn my vocals up.....turn my vocals up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little
Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up a little, yeah we go yeah, uh yeah

Bone]
Born in the poverty probably we 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 come to me, follow me, me, tell me to simmer it down
Part of the system is worser now, melody 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 militants times, revolution rebellious, totally out of line
I still in the 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
in my sock, county charges stuck in the struggle with number one
Never have a friend like 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 melt the words, and put them in plastic sucks, rip it to the nation, let it go what, what
Bitch I would speak mind, even if they offended you 'cous
Ride off in the sun set, with the streets 'cause that's who I love
Standing next to Capo twin shoot up to the heaven sky
We rolling the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm ready to die..................

Bone]
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 malignancies, motherless children are born, poppa the one who murdered her,
witness the first hand plumping master of source 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 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 will starve, 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, that shoot 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 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 lord he can 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 called 9/11
When I go to the cross roads, lord knows white, mean highway to heaven (forgive them lord)
And these digital times, we all need to have a political (that's right)
Federology, technology, and we can shine astrology (they can see from the stars)
When we walking on eggshells, when you 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 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 the Bush's hoovernated us (stupid)
Police will soon be chasing us (that's right), the they be afraid of us (yeah)
From cutting up raw, frying up coke, give a fuck about war
We ain't to voting (voting)
So if you me jail 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, over punk as nigga in (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 in this 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, that's two armies nigga
Two under bosses we can't be stopped, we will not be brought down like the twin
We some political soldiers ghettolutionists, we fighters