Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up Call

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

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

[Aesop
Is you fat cats or lab
Trails to my steppin got em flashbacks
I a part 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 employed styles
By every lost child at
I drill pillars of normalcy
You're cordially to accompany me
In rotation of the tables to the opposition
As I choose, refusing to evolve the cold
Rapidly dissolved my involvement in a of soul and roll back
Brain trip the weights trap for the slaughter
livestock infected 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 days
Is glorious hazes of gray through my array of operation
Slave to idiot box
And wrapped tightly in a practice 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, failures ampin me to vamp fresh
My mic white flags and drag trembling
Devil through the terrors 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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I'm not average man bragging, toe or hand tagging
50 grand bagging, pants sagging, trigger on the bandwagon
Huh, I this nigga 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 in this 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 sweat them lies about me haters check your eyes
One verse, lung burst, as I done
Guns, slums, hearse don't stun Perce, where I'm worse (sucker)
My new cuts are hot, bodies up a lot
Then flew up the block to a cipher, blew up the
Stacks of rhymes, a match 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, trial and shit is
I turn the dial, niggas my style
I should file for