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 their fingers off
pause and hit

Rock]
Is you fat cats or lab
to my steppin got em sweatin flashbacks
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 think
When I was a boy I employed styles
By lost child at present
Normally I drill pillars of
You're cordially invited to me
In rotation of the to label the opposition
As I choose, refusing to with the cold
dissolved my involvement in a solvent of soul and roll back
Brain trip the weights trap for the slaughter
Like livestock with anthrax
On my call a pack or clan snaps, collapsed was the maze
On the fluids ???? and glory
on the opposite circuit and glorious days
Is glorious hazes of gray spun through my array of
Slave to idiot box
And tightly in a practice with my colleagues and slackers
20,000 league and the swelling increases
Once the mortar hit the pestal your whole vessel to pieces
And I laughed, I laughed for me and my Starving art
I laughed tangibly, your failures me to vamp fresh
My mic stabs white flags and drag
Devil skin-wearers the terrors of compliance
Once the day turns night, senoritas suck the like termites
And wonder how they got labeled damsels in distress
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P]
I'm not your man bragging, toe or hand tagging
50 grand bagging, pants sagging, nigga on the bandwagon
Huh, I know this nigga Rickey 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 shit in bed, she must be licking lead
You'd better let your gods the Rhyme Inspector hides
And never sweat them lies about me haters your eyes
One verse, burst, as I done first
Guns, slums, hearse don't stun Perce, where I'm from's (sucker)
My new are hot, bodies chewed up a lot
Then up the block to a cipher, blew up the spot
of rhymes, ain't a match for mines, tracks and shine
Leave you back in time in a ?beeler? still ain't at my
I'm a your face in, trial and shit is wild
I turn the dial, niggas stealing my
I should for reparations