Luyện nghe bài hát Twin Towers

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

Bone]
Born in the poverty probably we never get off the monopoly, won't we stop it
with all the monotony, look at me awkwardly hide my broccoli, what
Fuck the media, how you come to me, follow me, bother me, tell me to simmer it down
of the system is worser now, melody murder must've ran
What if the rapture happens, nigga just than rapping vanish or not
Never gone my style, I do what I wanna pop, 'til the "Body Rot" stop
Generation X, I am the mastermind, general seven times, revolution rebellious, totally out of line
I still in the of apocalyptic, biblical optimistic
Thank my lucky stars, never I say my graces, I'm so 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 the crooked judge
Man because the is over, we fucking soldiers, we fucking thugs
And ain't stopping my fucking drugs
If I can melt 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
Ride off in the sun set, the streets niggas 'cause that's who I love
Standing next to Capo towers shoot up to the heaven sky
We down the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm ready to die..................

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

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

[Jim
out the projects b, I'm telling ya'll 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 hardcore streets, ridiculous all it's hard (watch it)
Bitches the boosters the card scammers, niggas that shoot cause they all gone blame us
they shoot cause they cocky 'bout scanners (scwalay!)
So if watch where the birds fly, (watch it) don't speed when you swerve
Cause believe me the third eye, put the on your whole ride (lock down)
See I'm always in the rear view, see the law in your rear (what else) pray to the lord he can hear you (why)
I'm the nigga on the corner, plus my niggas on the corner bring same
Three carry gripes in the crime in heaven, I'm in this Fahrenheit called
When I go to the cross roads, lord Ferrari white, mean highway to heaven (forgive them lord)
And these digital times, we all need to a political mind (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 next (what happens)
When you talking on fed cells (listen to me) and we all on sex (whooo)
the drugs and rock-n-roll, and when the drugs lock your soul
Don't blame it on 'caine, got rich when the reggae (that's right)
Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (yeah), all been the Bush's us (stupid)
Police will be chasing us (that's right), the streets they be afraid of us (yeah)
From cutting up raw, from frying up coke, a fuck about war
We ain't to voting (voting)
So if you draft me jail me (you that)
Or better yet kill me (uh-huh) 'cause I rather go to hell b, and nothing you can tell me
we risking ourselves, just sit in the cell, over punk as nigga in cells (damn)
All the grief in the cells, spin on shelves, I'm running out of time, cause I'm living in (yeah)

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