Luyện nghe bài hát Twin Towers

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

Bone]
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 come to me, me, bother 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 land, all I see is cops with guns
Soap in my sock, county charges stuck in the struggle with one
Never have a friend like me, reality checking the crooked judge
Man because the 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
Bitch I would speak your mind, even if offended you 'cous
Ride off in the sun set, with the streets niggas that's who I love
Standing next to Capo twin towers shoot up to the sky
We rolling down the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm to die..................

[Bizzy
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 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 of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good,
But go down, you know they go down

[Jim
Straight out the projects b, I'm telling ya'll it was so for me (so hard)
Coming up hard in these Harlem streets, niggas 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 the credit card scammers, niggas that shoot cause they all gone blame us
People they shoot cause they cocky scanners (scwalay!)
So if watch where the birds fly, (watch it) don't when you swerve high
Cause believe me the third eye, put the squeeze on your 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 niggas on the corner bring shit
Three carry gripes in the crime in heaven, I'm in this Fahrenheit called
When I go to the cross roads, lord 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 like astrology (they can see the stars)
When we walking on eggshells, when you on next 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 drugs lock soul
Don't blame it on 'caine, got rich when the came (that's right)
Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (yeah), all been the Bush's us (stupid)
Police will soon be chasing us (that's right), the streets they be of us (yeah)
cutting up raw, from frying up coke, give a fuck about war
We trying to voting (voting)
So if you draft me me (you hear that)
Or better yet kill me (uh-huh) 'cause I rather go to b, and there's nothing you can tell me
Cause we ourselves, just sit in the cell, over 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)

[Jim
By the, grace of Capo in this moment of silence, in the of the violence, the mist 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 brought down like the towers
We political soldiers ghettolutionists, we freedom fighters