Luyện nghe bài hát Positive Balance

Big Zoo, uh
Technique, uh
balances, uh, uh

[Verse 1 - Big
Pound for
I'm the most when I bust mine
The Zoo on like a plus sign
Addition, the key in the ignition
no pause, I propel to pole position (Vroom!)
Ahead of the pack, light ahead of the wack
I give a a Good Book, instead of the crack
That's the gold mine, negativity can't hold
The black bear's headed for the gold (look out, look out)
And I'm positive as Showtime
I make negative MC's switch in no time
They change teams, rhyme about and queens
Instead of how sellin' work to fiends
Then I, thugs into soldiers
Those that have up on God to praise J Hova (Damn!)
The rap Ice Age is
And protects the Z boulder boulder

[Chorus - Immortal w/ Big Zoo ad-libs]
Yeah, you how it goes, positivity, yeah
My opinion is solid ground but your a hater
Splitting and on numbers like a denominator
navigator movements are necessary
Everything you see in videos is
You positivity like you need respect in jail
Because without balance you'll be making negative sales
Neg-neg-negative record sales, ziga-zam, Technique, like

2 - Immortal Technique]
I jerk off inside books and give to words
concepts stuck together you probably never heard (what?)
I love when people think I'm psychologically
Cause it means I overloaded their neurological
Rappers try to serve me with disgusting
But I keep it positive ultimate dominance
Meditating with Native Americans to Providence
I to the spirits of ancestors at pow-wows
But rumor has it that you getting like Lil' Bow Wow
Now listen motherfuckers, don't get offended
Remember, that bring an end to your pretender agenda
And render contenders dismembered, the fabric of time (what? what?)
And put your soul in a
You living a lie like thinking Jesus was born in
Instead of catering to labels, something give
I'll rip the electrons out your body and you positive
I seen a lot of kids come and go marketing gimmicks
Because without balance, you don't last than a minute
This ain't a game, beat the shit out you at the line of scrimmage
I rock shows in the ghetto, nigga you stuck in the
I wanted to spit on the radio I was eleven
But I can't the pay-ola for Hot 97's
So I make paper underground, and I'm soon to
Moving tapes Biggie's ghost at Bad Boy studios
[Biggie - sample]