Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for eighty-seven
South side of chicago, everywhere check it
It's like c'mon y'all, get live get
Common is in your town
I said c'mon y'all, get get down
Common is in your town
one:
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a
be scatterin
Over the globe will my vocals be
my abdomen it's slime that's babblin
Grammatics that are
I grab in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish that madelline, was on video lp
Raps I up like blacks do excuses
I feel like noah, my mellows up on deuces
If a ain't got a mind or job or crib she useless
basslines embrace rhymes while I chase mines
They say signs of the end is
I wonder can I walk a righteous path a beer
Got more verses a kramer, go off like a pager
uglier than craig mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old said some of my songs sound like noise
Don't watch the bulls as much, they got too many white
A million black men walkin, one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets...
Verse
A prophet, raised black disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and nice
Get up, together black your cup
I'm for a change, my man want his change in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the glass while I'm puttin on they ass
I rule everything around me cash
On the rocks of reality, get smashed
In jams I m*a*s*h like alda
nod, they say hey as if I was little walter
Eighty-seven walker taught the code of the area
By staying, within the
Exposed to stony stimuli, that I identify
Brothers went through my rotate solidify the
Skull-caps, murf jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is goin to the county being a neutron
three:
I ride the rhythm like a schwinn
When in dim
I use to enlight
Device up in da tight
Words of wisdom from my windpipe
in flight
I send light, like kite I've been bright
Get like on gym nights
And in fights I send
Don't hook with my friends like
I spend nights up in
I've indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it
I in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a of bums
on negro and mums
Had to halt with the, malt
Cause off the liquor I fought niggaz
Now my and thoughts quicker
Cruisin streets with no heat and no sticker
U ak got my back and we don't get no
Eighty-seven got my back and we get no thicker
got my back and we don't now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho
Ain't of no nigga
But it's my to go I gotta go
And I'm gone the storm