Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up Call

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

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

Rock]
Is you fat or lab rats?
to my steppin got em sweatin flashbacks
I played a part of minesweeper, plunking sneakers in my city
Defunct, and examinin' famine, I'm a
Volatile strobe while your blind spot swallows the
Sing to the and think back
When I was a boy I styles exhausted
By every lost at present
Normally I pillars of normalcy
You're invited to accompany me
In of the tables to label the opposition
As I choose, to evolve with the cold
dissolved my involvement in a solvent of soul and roll back
Brain trip the Beta weights trap for the
Like livestock with anthrax
On my call a pack or clan snaps, collapsed was the mandatory
On the fluids and glory days
Desire on the 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 league and the swelling increases
Once the mortar hit the pestal your whole fell to pieces
And I laughed, I for me and my Starving art family
I laughed tangibly, your ampin me to vamp fresh
My mic stabs flags and drag trembling
Devil skin-wearers through the of compliance
Once the day turns night, senoritas suck the woody termites
And wonder how they got dick-hungry damsels in distress
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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 nigga named his girl Nikki want to get with me
Says "Stick me just a quickie, me and leave a hickie"
I instead of tricking bread in this chickenheads
One and said I ain't shit in bed, she must be licking lead
You'd better let your 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, bodies up a lot
flew up the block to a cipher, blew up the spot
Stacks of rhymes, ain't a for mines, tracks and shine
Leave you back in time in a ?beeler? still ain't at my
I'm a stab your face in, and shit is wild
I turn the dial, niggas stealing my
I should for reparations