Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up Call

[Aesop
Wake up, up
Ayo Percee P, time to wake these kids up

P]
Word up Aesop Rock, they'd better take their off
and hit record

[Aesop
Is you fat or lab rats?
Trails to my steppin got em sweatin
I played a part of minesweeper, sneakers in my sunken city
Defunct, and apparently famine, I'm a
Volatile strobe while blind spot swallows the globe
Sing to the track and back
When I was a boy I employed styles
By every lost child at
Normally I drill pillars of
You're invited to accompany me
In rotation of the tables to the opposition
As I choose, refusing to with the cold
Rapidly my involvement in a solvent of soul and roll back
trip the Beta weights trap for the slaughter
Like livestock with anthrax
On my call a or clan snaps, collapsed was the mandatory maze
On the fluids ???? and days
Desire on the opposite circuit and glorious
Is glorious hazes of gray spun my array of operation
Slave to idiot box
And wrapped tightly in a practice with my and slackers
20,000 league nappers and the swelling
Once the hit the pestal your whole vessel fell to pieces
And I laughed, I for me and my Starving art family
I laughed tangibly, your failures ampin me to fresh
My mic white flags and drag trembling
Devil skin-wearers the terrors of compliance
the day turns night, senoritas suck the woody like termites
And wonder how they got labeled damsels in distress
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I'm not your average man bragging, toe or hand
50 grand bagging, pants sagging, trigger on the bandwagon
Huh, I know this named Rickey his girl Nikki want to get with me
Says "Stick me just a quickie, me and leave a hickie"
I stick instead of tricking bread in this
One look and said I ain't in bed, she must be licking lead
You'd let your gods recognize the Rhyme Inspector hides
And never sweat them lies about me haters check eyes
One verse, lung burst, as I done
Guns, slums, hearse don't stun Perce, where I'm from's (sucker)
My new cuts are hot, chewed up a lot
Then flew up the block to a cipher, up the spot
Stacks of rhymes, ain't a match for mines, and shine
Leave you back in 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 should for reparations