Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

Damn back again up on again
[Incomprehensible] 'round the
Some of y'all black again, it got
On your mark get set, out of out of mind

forget like marionettes, strings in the back like nets
The chosen one who fuckin' laugh themselves to
Lack of rhymes, meaningless punch
Battle for mind like Israel and Palestine

news in some fuckin' hard ass times
No more disses, repeated hook lines and
Days full of doris' got issues and
Got the jam but gettin' paid up off the

Ain't nothin' wrong but wait, fuck another love
It's the R&B bringing noise in the wranglers
Rock all the heads big times and
the pill while I drop skills up in Brazil

Now the pitch, time for a label
They psych it, I put the up on top of this bitch
Guess what like [Incomprehensible]
They forgot, I to [Incomprehensible] around that clock

Lord us from that sword of Davis that kidnap
Hip hop tracks and the beats in the of rap
Put my soul in it, about the gold in it
Boom the shotty, got 'em running the Paparazzi

Lodi dodi, when the Feds come and doom party
in the back, don't you know it's Illuminati
Ain't changed, PE we be the same crew
in the game here to save you

Yo, it's going down baby, going down family
That's my word, we gettin' ready to turn shit
To the two and three zeros, you know what I'm
Have all the goin' backwards

everything goin' haywire
You before let's see you laugh now, blue cow
Hell now, cow, word to birds
to bird, word to bird nigga

One on one, like tarot cards
the one man million man march
Takes a nation, 400 violation
Apocalyptic no power in this hour

Hazardous, no you don't Lazarus
Just black baby, where my be at
Star spelled is rats, let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with industry cats

One step forward two back
Making habits habitats, ratta tat tat
Wish you could back the hands of time
And get mental, pop the tape eight Lincoln Continental

I'm the mouth roared, swore to the Lord
The eye of both live and die by the sword
The forbidden, the six man be from the beginnin'
You know the hand be hidden

Intense, knocking your block with some
PE got jewels than dead presidents
The devil try to get me cross a crucifix
But I'm focused on the vultures like a local

New world is goin' down, gettin' 'round
I'm as as that by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam I'll bring a new
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the crew boy

Yeah, right, nine eight no jokin'
We out smokin'
And for all y'all that's sleeping on us
lacking, you're lacking
Ayyo, 1-2, I've got my man
about to sneak up on you and your crew

Ya what I'm saying, ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo, Masta I want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you ain't son
'em with the back of the gun son, make 'em run son

Sliding down beneath the J line
Slumped in the incline mind travels
Beyond the shell which the soul
by the Allah, I'll be the most humble

But also
For those who are to righteousness
I strive to stay and live this
Many fell to the wisdom

I sex, the track ovulates
The mic like prostate gland
Onto the paper the pain
Or the love of my brother hurts just the same

fame, my gun I bust to maintain
Moods are baffles and eludes
Those who label the God as
Chose not to their third eye
I travel at the speed of thought rate, it's
What will enable a man to

And you can that and put that
On the back of your son
Coming straight to you Masta Killa
Ain't nottin'

I told you PE is still in full
the year 2000
We taking no shorts and y'all need to know that
To make head fat boy

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