Luyện nghe bài hát Twin Towers

[Bizzy "Chorus in background"]
Turn my vocals up.....turn my up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little more
Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up a little, yeah there we go yeah, uh

[Bizzy
Born in the poverty probably we get off the monopoly, won't we just stop it
all the monotony, look at me awkwardly hide my broccoli, nigga what
Fuck the media, how could you come to me, follow me, me, tell me to simmer it down
Part of the system is worser now, melody must've ran
if the rapture happens, nigga just deeper than rapping vanish or not
Never gone change my style, I do what I wanna pop, 'til the "Body Rot"
X, I am the mastermind, general militants seven times, revolution rebellious, totally out of line
I still in the mind of apocalyptic, biblical
Thank my lucky stars, I say my graces, I'm so thankful god
Take me to the promise land, all I see is with guns
Soap in my sock, county charges in the struggle with number one
Never will have a friend like me, reality checking the judge
Man because the rapping is over, we fucking soldiers, we thugs
And ain't stopping my fucking drugs
If I can down the words, and put them in plastic sucks, rip it to the nation, let it go what, what
Bitch I would speak your mind, if they offended you 'cous
off in the sun set, with the streets niggas 'cause that's who I love
Standing next to twin towers shoot up to the heaven sky
We rolling the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm ready to die..................

[Bizzy
For the grace of Capo... for the of Capo, in the moment of silence,
now the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the of tyrants and silence,
and the demon malignancies, motherless children are born, the one who murdered her,
witness the vision hand plumping master of source of us

[Jim
By the, grace of Capo, in the of silence, in the mist of tyrants and violence,
I'm my diamonds, by the grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good,
But murders go down, you know go down

Jones]
Straight out the projects b, I'm telling it was so hard for me (so hard)
Coming up hard in these Harlem streets, niggas will starve, cause it's hard to eat
Some niggas will rob in the streets, ridiculous all it's hard concrete (watch it)
Bitches the boosters the credit card scammers, niggas shoot cause they all gone blame us
People they shoot they cocky 'bout scanners (scwalay!)
So if where the birds fly, (watch it) don't speed when you swerve high
Cause me the third eye, put the squeeze on your whole ride (lock down)
See I'm always in the rear view, see the law in rear view (what else) pray to the lord he can hear you (why)
I'm the on the corner, plus my niggas on the corner bring same shit
Three carry gripes in the crime in heaven, I'm in this called 9/11
I go to the cross roads, lord knows Ferrari white, mean highway to heaven (forgive them lord)
And these digital times, we all need to have a political (that's right)
Federology, technology, and we can shine astrology (they can see from the stars)
When we walking on eggshells, when you talk on cells (what happens)
When you talking on fed cells (listen to me) and we all on sex (whooo)
When the and rock-n-roll, and when the drugs lock your soul
blame it on 'caine, got rich when the reggae came (that's right)
Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (yeah), all been the hoovernated us (stupid)
Police will soon be us (that's right), the streets they be afraid of us (yeah)
From up raw, from frying up coke, give a fuck about war
We ain't trying to (voting)
So if you draft me jail me (you that)
Or better yet kill me (uh-huh) 'cause I go to hell b, and there's nothing you can tell me
Cause we risking ourselves, just sit in the cell, over punk as nigga in (damn)
All the grief in the cells, spin on shelves, I'm running out of time, I'm living in hell (yeah)

[Jim
By the, grace of Capo in moment of silence, in the mist of the violence, the mist of tyrants,
Flossing my diamonds......yeah, by the grace of nigga, you heard, that's two strong armies nigga
Two under bosses we can't be stopped, we will not be brought like the twin towers
We some soldiers ghettolutionists, we freedom fighters