Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

Aiyyo, wordup
Man you how I feel
Gotta be more to it than this, up

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

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

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

it out
True underground sound from the down
Uptown downtown gather round for the showdown, in faces
out these racists, at rolling stone
Spin details and other places, krs is the
Fuck these leadin hip-hop off course
print about black mayors, black senators
Why you got no black 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 -- whole spot
Is sky high, battle why try?
My view is bird's eye, scopin my third eye
You don't understand, why publically banned
Until you the writing skills of a black man
Black editor, all of us ain't
Gossiping over homosexual
Some of us are intellectuals, up in harlem world
You can't get me, so now in midtown
You wanna stop and to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is your fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm burnin

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

What kind of party is this, it's that kind
america's best, most hypocritical minds
Try they hands at keepin deaf dumb and blind
And for the right dollar sign, do collar crime
suits, and clean shaves
I confuse em and use em as and slaves
Because my schools is graves and jobs is --
I robs the nation
So I can in luxury, you fucks with me
You marryin the dirt and throw in the tux for free
I tell the people they wanna hear
I make em laugh and cheer, and then they me every year
So when the is clear, I stop duckin
And start back doin dope, and fuckin
I the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks
That's my style, my
Triple-six convicts, lyin is
In the government, republican or
Fuck freedom, justice and
Nigga just accept my and suck this trick-knowledgy