Luyện nghe bài hát Examination of What

One day while I was sipping some juice
I that in the span of time we're just babies
all relative, time is unreal
We're just babies, we're babies, man
We're just babies, just babies, man
We're babies, we're just babies, man
just babies, we're just babies, man

Every man's a planet and the props are to get it
Insects together with the spirit in our orbit
Life, it comes and and you do not punch a clock
I take shit for granted, I think of Scott la rock
Also of tyreo and battles at the
My cousins in the joint and the homeless grippin'
The forests are all shrinking, deepens to my thinkin
Don't up the nappy, be happy witcha kinkin'

Dwellin', yes, you're dwellin' as the is itty-bitty
Figure eighty-fifty for a smidgen of the
In the Serengeti, be for a box
But beware of the and the pistols and the glocks
If your don't getcha, you still ain't off clean
The politicians' is worse than Halloween
I write the scripts so you know I got to kick 'em
Now me who's the vice and tell me who's the victim

So what is what, is really what
If the funk don't move your
And if the box don't you hot
And if the cats dig the raps
If your life got no spice
Or if the guns just wreck fun
Or if some ain't in the house
Or if your ain't down with you

Peace, this is Mecca the
And I'm sayin' though, is really what
If I can't get comfortable
Because the court is like
All in my

Peace, this is Cee-Know of the
And I wanna say, what is if
You can't walk through hood
With Bert, and Sesame Street
Mossies to give the snuffleupagus

My father me jazz, all the peoples and the anthems
Ate peanuts with the dizz and with Lionel Hampton
Now I'm deep in the hip-hop with eclectics
Now do we got the or is it getting hectic?
swings the paddle at the mantel where I placed it
Hip-hop grew roots but some emcees never traced it
The old jacks buck wild and some babies their fists
But the crew outer space is here shit

We grew up styles of the fabulous fifth Freddy
And out for days crazy legs and rock steady
Now is in the laundry, same old beats is handy
The label may okay it but radio play it
The censors are about so watch mouth close your drapes
The legs in the boots is on the corner, watch your tape
Making off the crust, for money and for lust
You're playing out the planets get slammed,

You think it, see it, run it and it
They it, hear it, lynch it and ban it
It just ain't the haps if they know they control it
Your grass be in the but they licked it and rolled it
So

I'm what is really what
If the don't rule your cut?
Or if the streets dig your beats
Or if my man ain't fifty
Or if the hoods don't think good?
Or if your church don't work
Or if the wanna knock your wigs
Or if the jeeps roll with beats

butterfly is baby, I'm just a baby, man
I'm a baby, I'm just a baby, man
I'm a baby, I'm just a baby, man

And Mister Doodle? I'm a baby too
And Miss I'm just a baby, man
And Silk, he's just a baby, too
And 801s, they babies, man
And Venus, she's just a baby, man
The AC-facts, just a babies, man
And DPS, they a babies, too

Oh and, Dash, she's a baby, man
Danny and Dani, are my babies, man
Oh and Liz, just a baby, man
Oh and Stella, just a baby, too
Doc Shane, just a baby, man
Mann, he's just my main man
And doctor Timba, just a baby, man
And Jackie, she's just a baby, too
Benefi-Cent, just a baby, man
Oh, and you? just a baby, man