Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah get this one off for eighty-seven street
South of chicago, chicago everywhere check it
like c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common sense is in your
I said c'mon y'all, get live get
Common is in your town
Verse
I stagger in the gathering by a patter-in
be scatterin
Over the globe my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's
Grammatics are masculine
I grab them in, badgerin broads
I wish that madelline, was on video lp
Raps I make up blacks do excuses
I feel noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces
If a broad got a mind or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I chase
They say signs of the end is
I wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a
Got more verses a kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier than craig mack in your ear I'm the
My old bird said some of my sound like noise
watch the bulls as much, they got too many white boys
A black men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
Verse
A prophet, raised among black disciples and lords
Who don't a fuck about mic cords and nice swords
Get up, together risk your cup
I'm wishin for a change, my man his change in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on ass
I everything around me like cash
On the of reality, dreams get smashed
In jams I m*a*s*h like alan
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was walter
Eighty-seven strip walker taught the code of the
By staying, within the
to stony stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers went through my rotate the realness
Skull-caps, murf jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is like to the county being a neutron
Verse
I ride the rhythm like a bike
in dim light
I use to enlight
up in da skin tight
Words of wisdom wail my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like kite I've been bright
Get open on gym nights
And in I send rights
Don't hook with my friends like
I spend nights up in
I've been indicted as a freak of all
I got it
I bathe in basslines, in riffs, dry in drums
from a tribe of bums
Hooked on negro and
Had to halt with the, liquor
Cause off the liquor I fought niggaz
Now my and thoughts quicker
Cruisin streets with no heat and no sticker
U ak got my and we don't get no thicker
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
scared of no nigga
But it's my turn to go I go
And I'm with the storm