Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

Aiyyo, dunn
Man you how I feel
Gotta be more to it this, word up

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

Whattup, I don't know
Nah man, it's not, not yo word up
I'm you right now
I know this shit though,

Disagreeable, energy, tryin to
Absorb my energy, it's the strength of me
Take a few to me a edge
My green light shine bright, type
operational, my physical cream
Put the bottles of smoke down, up a magazine
Popped it the ar-15
Put it aside, up the regime
While you on religion, I hold a nine
On the mission, to pull fire on your
was the vision of this
Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the business,
My story goes back to lost pyramids
I'm seeing things that you won't exists
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in dunn
The light got your mind
You rock the fatigues, to until ? popular? guns
But are you prepared, for the things to come?

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

[method
How many didn't to see it happen
Street moves, live from staten, if life is a joke, nobody
Hate to see a brother do good legal action
So you sabotage and throw a def in the
Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po
These dark soul assassins, hate the gods with a passion
So I keep it movin in an orderly,
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, mind theory
niggaz don't hear me, generation next
Droppin fast next, next to get wet
By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, me
up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
Is the truth, the whole truth and
but the truth, taste is the proof
These niggaz want the juice, and in the
Be the youth, who didn't to duck when they shoot

What kind of party is this, it's that political
Where america's best, most hypocritical
Try they hands at keepin deaf dumb and blind
And for the right sign, do white collar crime
suits, and clean shaves
I confuse em and use em as tools and
Because my schools is graves and jobs is --
I robs the nation
So I can live in luxury, you with me
You marryin the dirt and i'ma in the tux for free
I tell the people what they wanna
I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me year
So when the coast is clear, I stop
And start back doin dope, cussin and
I kiss the babies, hands, wave and smile for flicks
That's my style, my
convicts, lyin is automatic
In the government, or democratic
Fuck freedom, and equality
Nigga just my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy