Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up Call

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

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

Rock]
Is you fat or lab rats?
Trails to my steppin got em sweatin
I played a of minesweeper, plunking sneakers in my sunken city
Defunct, and examinin' famine, I'm a
Volatile strobe while your spot swallows the globe
Sing to the track and think
When I was a boy I styles exhausted
By every lost child at
Normally I pillars of normalcy
You're cordially to accompany me
In rotation of the tables to label the
As I choose, refusing to evolve the cold
Rapidly dissolved my in a solvent of soul and roll back
Brain trip the Beta weights for the slaughter
Like infected with anthrax
On my call a pack or clan snaps, collapsed was the mandatory
On the fluids ???? and glory
Desire on the opposite and glorious days
Is glorious of gray spun through my array of operation
Slave to box revalations
And wrapped in a practice with my colleagues and slackers
20,000 league nappers and the increases
Once the mortar hit the pestal your vessel fell to pieces
And I laughed, I laughed for me and my art family
I laughed tangibly, your failures ampin me to fresh
My mic stabs white and drag trembling
Devil through the terrors of compliance
Once the day turns night, senoritas the woody like termites
And wonder how they got labeled dick-hungry in distress
The all new and improved portable Aesop Rock
Available in stores with my, highly parental discretion
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P]
I'm not your average man bragging, toe or hand
50 grand bagging, pants sagging, nigga on the bandwagon
Huh, I know this named Rickey his girl Nikki want to get with me
Says "Stick me just a quickie, lick me and a hickie"
I stick instead of bread in this chickenheads
One look and said I ain't shit in bed, she be licking lead
You'd let your gods recognize the Rhyme Inspector hides
And sweat them lies about me haters check your eyes
One verse, lung burst, as I first
Guns, slums, hearse stun Perce, where I'm from's worse (sucker)
My new cuts are hot, chewed up a lot
flew up the block to a cipher, blew 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, stealing my style
I should for reparations