Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get one off for eighty-seven street
side of chicago, chicago everywhere check it
It's c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common sense is in town
I c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common sense is in your
Verse
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a
be scatterin
Over the globe will my be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's slime babblin
that are masculine
I them in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish that madelline, was on video lp
I make up like blacks do excuses
I feel like noah, hookin my mellows up on
If a ain't got a mind or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I mines
They say of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a righteous path a beer
Got more verses than a kramer, go off a pager
uglier than craig mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old said some of my songs sound like noise
Don't watch the as much, they got too many white boys
A million black men walkin, towards one
For sure, the cream of the planets...
two:
A prophet, among black disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and swords
Get up, together black your cup
I'm for a change, my man want his change in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on they ass
I rule everything me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
In jams I m*a*s*h alan alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was walter
Eighty-seven strip taught the code of the area
By staying, within the
to stony stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers went my rotate solidify the realness
Skull-caps, puffy jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is like goin to the county a neutron
three:
I ride the rhythm a schwinn bike
in dim light
I use to enlight
Device up in da skin
Words of wail from my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like ben's kite been bright
Get open like on gym
And in fights I send
Don't hook with my friends like
I spend nights up in
I've been indicted as a freak of all
I got it
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in
Come from a of bums
Hooked on negro and
Had to halt the, malt liquor
off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
Now my and thoughts quicker
Cruisin streets with no heat and no sticker
U ak got my back and we don't get no
got my back and we don't get no thicker
Chicago got my back and we now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho
Ain't scared of no
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm gone the storm