Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up Call

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

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

Rock]
Is you fat cats or lab
Trails to my got em sweatin flashbacks
I a part of minesweeper, plunking sneakers in my sunken city
Defunct, and apparently famine, I'm a
Volatile strobe your blind spot swallows the globe
Sing to the track and think
I was a boy I employed styles exhausted
By every child at present
I drill pillars of normalcy
You're cordially to accompany me
In rotation of the tables to label the
As I choose, refusing to evolve with the
Rapidly my involvement in a solvent of soul and roll 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 fluids ???? and glory
Desire on the opposite circuit and days
Is glorious of gray spun through my array of operation
Slave to box revalations
And tightly in a practice with my colleagues and slackers
20,000 league and the swelling increases
Once the mortar hit the pestal whole vessel fell to pieces
And I laughed, I laughed for me and my art family
I laughed tangibly, failures ampin me to vamp fresh
My mic stabs white flags and drag
Devil skin-wearers through the of compliance
Once the day turns night, senoritas suck the woody termites
And how they got labeled dick-hungry damsels in distress
The all new and improved poetically portable Rock
Available in stores with my, suggested parental discretion
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P]
I'm not your man bragging, toe or hand tagging
50 bagging, pants sagging, trigger nigga on the bandwagon
Huh, I know this named Rickey his girl Nikki want to get with me
Says "Stick me a quickie, lick me and leave a hickie"
I stick instead of tricking bread in chickenheads
One look and said I ain't shit in bed, she must be lead
You'd better let gods recognize the Rhyme Inspector hides
And never sweat them about me haters check your eyes
One verse, lung burst, as I first
Guns, slums, hearse don't Perce, where I'm from's worse (sucker)
My new cuts are hot, bodies up a lot
Then flew up the block to a cipher, up the spot
Stacks of rhymes, a match for mines, tracks and shine
Leave you in time in a ?beeler? still ain't at my prime
I'm a stab your in, trial and shit is wild
I turn the dial, niggas my style
I file for reparations