Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up Call

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

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

Rock]
Is you fat cats or lab
to my steppin got em sweatin flashbacks
I played a of minesweeper, plunking sneakers in my sunken city
Defunct, and examinin' famine, I'm a
Volatile strobe your blind spot swallows the globe
Sing to the track and back
I was a boy I employed styles exhausted
By every child at present
I drill pillars of normalcy
You're invited to accompany me
In rotation of the tables to the opposition
As I choose, refusing to evolve with the
Rapidly dissolved my in a solvent of soul and roll back
Brain trip the Beta weights trap for the
Like infected with anthrax
On my call a pack or clan snaps, collapsed was the mandatory
On the fluids ???? and glory
on the opposite circuit and glorious days
Is glorious hazes of spun through my array of operation
to idiot box revalations
And wrapped tightly in a with my colleagues and slackers
20,000 nappers and the swelling increases
the mortar 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 me to vamp fresh
My mic stabs white and drag trembling
Devil skin-wearers through the terrors of
Once the day turns night, suck the woody like termites
And wonder how they got labeled dick-hungry damsels in
The all new and improved poetically Aesop Rock
in stores with my, highly suggested parental discretion
99 brilliant new

P]
I'm not your average man bragging, toe or hand
50 bagging, pants sagging, trigger nigga on the bandwagon
Huh, I know this nigga named his girl Nikki want to get with me
Says "Stick me a quickie, lick me and leave a hickie"
I stick of tricking bread in this chickenheads
One look and said I ain't in bed, she must be licking lead
You'd better let gods recognize the Rhyme Inspector hides
And never them lies about me haters check your eyes
One verse, lung burst, as I first
Guns, slums, hearse don't stun Perce, I'm from's worse (sucker)
My new cuts are hot, chewed 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 back in time in a ?beeler? still at my prime
I'm a stab your face in, and shit is wild
I the dial, niggas stealing my style
I should file for