Luyện nghe bài hát Woodstock 2008

Gonna bring out the gorilla in me

Hear the pistols pump, hear the roar
That's my and soul, trying to bend the law
It's a beautiful night, to fly a phoenix
Bang the beat and get high like I'm

I had a
I got lost on a canvas
to the norm,
Or go off on a
To a of dreams,
We built it no bucks
So I for the stars
And tilted my up

Suddenly at
We packing the floor,
'em roar
It took 2
To get a crack in the
Johnny,
But I'm of course
I talk total true
I'm tackling tours
Matter fact, I rap,
Not a cat a Porsche
I'm a tug-of-war of
backwards and forwards
And I can't get enough of feeling,
Blaze the
Up on beach and

Welcome to 2 double o 8
You better up, this ride has no breaks
I'm 'a fang the bitch, till it out the back
Out of like a train off it's tracks

You know god well
Who burnt the down
the bullshit
And the sound round
B.e.i, we bring it back to
And get the crowd ape shit

Well been slaving for 5 days,
And finally the weekend's
The and roof is on fire,
Now that's I call Saturday night

See if the is right
And the is tight
me my brother we gon' eat tonight
And that's a 7 meal
For my people in the
If we all share,
I eating mother fucker

I went down to the
And took a look into my and
A kaleidoscope of
Started in my cauldron
In a world I gotta fight
Through the night
my wings,
Take into moonlight

I'm just basking in the
Of soothing innocence
Painting a personal pallet
Of images
I am my editor,
You bet I be that
Jedi on your red eye flight

Direct Billy Walsh,
I'm in like the Dalai Lama
Roll with my
Like Johnny
Sky a computer of destiny
Back at the batch,
Booze and is the recipe

It's a bash,
A barbarian
Where we all get
And we get bored
Yeah we're clever the swords,
Looked popped out bitch
Came stomping through hood
With this out shit

Well I've been for 5 days,
And the weekend's arrived
The and roof is on fire,
Now that's I call Saturday night

I don't move crack
In a fat
I dope rhymes
Snap in a laptop
80 on the freeway,
Chillin my dj
Hot to
And we drop with no

is my heart and soul bra,
My art and
We this bitch down
Spartan soldiers
So god forsake me for my rhyme
But big Macka does tell it on

the sirens blaring
I rock the Richter
I'm the Aries,
The transmitter

I complain
That you don't my name
And if that's the
Then baby please let me
It be that Macka
And Coltrane
Izm in the back,
through the wax,
Doing his

God me
God forsake we do in the hood
God me
God forsake what we do in the
God me
God what we do in the hood
God me
Big Macka is up to no

Well I've been for 5 days,
And the weekend's arrived
The walls and is on fire,
Now that's what I Saturday night

x2

~eso x 2:
Put the to the metal,
I'm on level,
You cannot bring me
I never with the devil,
I'm a rebel,
You got to me now