Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

Aiyyo, wordup
Man you know how I
be more to it than this, word up

*doing an impression of
This what all about dunn? uh?
Eating, drinking, fucking, (can't understand)

Whattup, I know baby
Nah man, it's not, it's not yo up
I'm tellin you now
I know this though, aiyyo

Disagreeable, foul energy, to
Absorb my energy, knowin it's the of me
Take a few to me a edge
My light shine bright, kryptonite type
Fully operational, my cream
Put the bottles of down, pick up a magazine
Popped it the ar-15
Put it aside, round up the
While you rely on religion, I hold a
On the mission, to pull on your opposition
Revelation was the of this
the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shit
My story goes back to them lost
I'm seeing things that you won't exists
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in dunn
The secondary light got mind
You rock the fatigues, to until ? popular? guns
But are you prepared, for the things to come?

it out
True underground sound from the down
Uptown gather round for the showdown, in they faces
Calling out racists, at rolling stone
Spin details and places, krs is the source
these magazine leadin hip-hop off course
You'll about black mayors, black senators
Why you ain't got no editors?
Everytime I do an interview in rolling
They sendin me a writer that like he's home alone
Ignorant, to the and the microphone
This has got to stop -- your spot
Is sky high, battle why try?
My is bird's eye, scopin with my third eye
You don't understand, why publically banned
Until you recognize the skills of a black man
Black editor, all of us thuggin
Gossiping over homosexual
of us are black intellectuals, up in harlem world
You can't get with me, so now in
You stop and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is your fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm burnin

[method
How many didn't want to see it
Street moves, live from staten, if is a joke, nobody laughin
Hate to see a do good through legal action
So you sabotage and throw a def in the
Fo'-fo's blastin, the po-po flashin
These dark assassins, jake's hate the gods with a passion
So I it movin in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the -- peep the jim crow law, mind control theory
Y'all niggaz hear me, generation next
Droppin fast next, next to get wet
By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, me
Open up wide now, swallow me, every
Is reality the truth, the truth and
Nothin but the truth, taste is the
These want the juice, and in the crossfire
Be the youth, who didn't learn to when they shoot

What kind of party is this, that political kind
america's best, most hypocritical minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf and blind
And for the right dollar sign, do white collar
suits, and clean shaves
I confuse em and use em as tools and
my schools is graves and jobs is plantations --
I robs the nation
So I can live in luxury, you fucks me
You marryin the dirt and i'ma in the tux for free
I tell the people they wanna hear
I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every
So the coast is clear, I stop duckin
And start back dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, hands, wave and smile for flicks
That's my style, my
Triple-six convicts, is automatic
In the government, or democratic
Fuck freedom, justice and
Nigga accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy