Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

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