Luyện nghe bài hát Bulworth

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

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

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

Disagreeable, energy, tryin to
Absorb my energy, knowin it's the of me
a few to give me a edge
My light shine bright, kryptonite 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 rely on religion, I a nine
On the mission, to fire on your opposition
Revelation was the vision of
Crack the heavens, it's time to the business, shit
My story goes back to them pyramids
I'm seeing things you won't believe exists
He use a lunar-tick, in time dunn
The secondary light got your
You rock the fatigues, to squab until ? popular?
But are you prepared, for the things to come?

it out
True underground sound the boogie down
Uptown downtown gather round for the showdown, in they
out these racists, at rolling stone
Spin and other places, krs is the source
Fuck these magazine hip-hop off course
You'll print about black mayors, black
Why you ain't got no black
Everytime I do an in rolling stone
They sendin me a that look like he's home alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the
This has got to stop -- whole spot
Is blown sky high, why try?
My view is bird's eye, scopin my third eye
You understand, why you're publically banned
Until you the writing skills of a black man
Black editor, all of us thuggin
Gossiping who's homosexual
of us are black intellectuals, up in harlem world
You can't get me, so now in midtown
You wanna stop and to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake publication?
Look I'm burnin

[method
How didn't want to see it happen
Street moves, from staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
Hate to see a brother do through legal action
So you and throw a def in the squad
Fo'-fo's blastin, the po-po flashin
These dark soul assassins, jake's the gods with a passion
So I keep it movin in an orderly,
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, mind control
Y'all niggaz don't hear me, generation
Droppin fast who's next, to get wet
By the of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up now, swallow me, every calorie
Is reality the truth, the whole and
Nothin but the truth, is the proof
These want the juice, and in the crossfire
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 minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf and blind
And for the right dollar sign, do collar crime
Behind suits, and shaves
I confuse em and use em as and slaves
my schools is graves and jobs is plantations --
I robs the nation
So I can live in luxury, you fucks me
You marryin the and i'ma throw in the tux for free
I tell the what they wanna hear
I em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every year
So the coast is clear, I stop duckin
And start back doin dope, and fuckin
I the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks
my style, my pol-i-tricks
Triple-six convicts, lyin is
In the government, republican or
Fuck freedom, and equality
Nigga just accept my apology and suck trick-knowledgy