Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

Damn back up on track again
[Incomprehensible] 'round the
Some of y'all again, it got dark
On your mark get set, out of sight out of

Hypocrites like marionettes, strings in the back like nets
The chosen one who laugh themselves to death
Lack of rhymes, meaningless punch
Battle for your mind Israel and Palestine

Good in some fuckin' hard ass times
No disses, repeated hook lines and chorus'
full of doris' got issues and wishes
Got the jam but gettin' paid up off the

nothin' wrong but wait, fuck another love song
It's the R&B bringing noise in the wranglers
Rock all the heads big times and
Shot the while I drop skills up in Brazil

Now the pitch, time for a switch
They psych it, I put the roof up on top of this
Guess what Tony [Incomprehensible]
They forgot, I used to [Incomprehensible] around that

Lord us from that sword of Davis that kidnap
Hip hop tracks and the in the game of rap
Put my soul in it, careless the gold in it
the shotty, got 'em running from the Paparazzi

Lodi dodi, when the Feds and doom your party
Cracker in the back, don't you it's Illuminati
nothing changed, PE we be the same crew
Resurrection in the here to save you

Yo, going down baby, it's going down family
my word, we gettin' ready to turn this shit
To the two and three zeros, you what I'm sayin'
Have all the clocks goin'

everything goin' haywire
You laughed before let's see you now, blue cow
now, black cow, word to birds
Word to bird, word to bird

One on one, hard like cards
Behold the one man million man
Takes a nation, 400 violation
Apocalyptic no power in happy hour

Hazardous, no you don't like
Just black baby, my soul be at
spelled backwards is rats, let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the with these industry cats

One step forward two steps
habits claiming habitats, ratta tat tat
Wish you could turn back the hands of
And get mental, pop the tape eight track Lincoln

I'm the mouth that roared, swore to the
The eye of hawk both live and die by the
The forbidden, the six man be sinnin' the beginnin'
You the suckers hand be hidden

Intense, knocking your block with sense
PE got more jewels than dead
The try to get me cross like a crucifix
But I'm focused on the vultures a local locust

New world is goin' down, gettin' 'round
I'm as as that by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam bring a new Saigon
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the crew boy

Yeah, that's right, nine no jokin'
We out smokin'
And for all y'all that's sleeping on us
You're lacking, lacking
Ayyo, check 1-2, got my man
That's to sneak up on you and your crew

Ya know I'm saying, ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo, Masta I want you to put one up in 'em son
And 'em you ain't done son
Ball 'em with the of the gun son, make 'em run son

Sliding down broadway beneath the J
Slumped in the incline mind travels
Beyond the shell which the soul
by the Allah, I'll be the most humble

But punishable
For those who are unlawful to
I strive to stay and live this
Many victim to the wisdom

I mastered sex, the ovulates
The mic like prostate gland
Onto the paper the pain
Or the love of my that hurts just the same

fame, my gun I bust to maintain
Moods are insidious baffles and
Those who label the God as
not to apply their third eye
I travel at the speed of thought rate, it's
What will enable a man to

And you can take that and put
On the back of brain son
Coming straight to you Masta Killa
Ain't iller

I you PE is still in full effect
Beyond the 2000
We ain't taking no shorts and need to know that
To your head fat boy

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