Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up Call

[Aesop
up, wake up
Ayo Percee P, it's time to these kids up

P]
Word up Aesop Rock, they'd take their fingers off
pause and hit

Rock]
Is you fat or lab rats?
Trails to my steppin got em flashbacks
I played a of minesweeper, plunking sneakers in my sunken city
Defunct, and apparently famine, I'm a
Volatile strobe while your spot swallows the globe
Sing to the and think back
When I was a boy I styles exhausted
By lost child at present
Normally I drill of normalcy
You're cordially invited to me
In rotation of the to label the opposition
As I choose, refusing to evolve the cold
Rapidly dissolved my involvement in a solvent of soul and back
Brain trip the weights trap for the slaughter
livestock infected with anthrax
On my call a pack or clan snaps, collapsed was the maze
On the ???? and glory days
Desire on the opposite and glorious days
Is glorious hazes of gray spun my array of operation
Slave to idiot box
And tightly in a practice with my colleagues and slackers
20,000 league nappers and the increases
Once the mortar hit the pestal your whole vessel to pieces
And I laughed, I laughed for me and my art family
I tangibly, your failures ampin me to vamp fresh
My mic stabs white and drag trembling
Devil skin-wearers through the of compliance
Once the day turns night, senoritas suck the woody like
And how they got labeled dick-hungry damsels in distress
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P]
I'm not your man bragging, toe or hand tagging
50 grand bagging, pants sagging, nigga on the bandwagon
Huh, I know this nigga Rickey his girl Nikki want to get with me
Says "Stick me just a quickie, lick me and a hickie"
I instead of tricking bread in this chickenheads
One look and said I shit in bed, she must be licking lead
You'd better let your gods recognize the Rhyme hides
And never sweat them lies about me haters check eyes
One verse, lung burst, as I done
Guns, slums, hearse don't Perce, where I'm from's worse (sucker)
My new cuts are hot, chewed up a lot
Then flew up the to a cipher, blew up the spot
Stacks of rhymes, ain't a for mines, tracks and shine
you back in time in a ?beeler? still ain't at my prime
I'm a your face in, trial and shit is wild
I turn the dial, niggas stealing my
I file for reparations