Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up Call

[Aesop
Wake up, up
Ayo Percee P, it's to wake these kids up

P]
Word up Aesop Rock, they'd take their fingers off
pause and hit

Rock]
Is you fat cats or lab
Trails to my steppin got em sweatin
I played a part of minesweeper, plunking sneakers in my sunken
Defunct, and examinin' famine, I'm a
strobe while your blind spot swallows the globe
Sing to the track and back
I was a boy I employed styles exhausted
By every lost at present
Normally I pillars of normalcy
cordially invited to accompany me
In rotation of the tables to the opposition
As I choose, refusing to with the cold
dissolved my involvement in a solvent of soul and roll back
Brain the Beta weights trap for the slaughter
Like livestock infected anthrax
On my a pack or clan snaps, collapsed was the mandatory maze
On the ???? and glory days
Desire on the circuit and glorious days
Is glorious of gray spun through my array of operation
Slave to idiot box
And wrapped tightly in a practice with my colleagues and
20,000 nappers and the swelling increases
the mortar hit the pestal your whole vessel fell to pieces
And I laughed, I laughed for me and my art family
I laughed tangibly, your failures ampin me to vamp
My mic stabs white flags and trembling
Devil through the terrors of compliance
Once the day night, senoritas suck the woody like termites
And wonder how got labeled dick-hungry damsels in distress
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P]
I'm not average man bragging, toe or hand tagging
50 grand bagging, pants sagging, trigger on the bandwagon
Huh, I this nigga named Rickey his girl Nikki want to get with me
Says "Stick me just a quickie, me and leave a hickie"
I instead of tricking bread in this chickenheads
One look and I ain't shit in bed, she must be licking lead
You'd let your gods recognize the Rhyme Inspector hides
And sweat them lies about me haters check your eyes
One verse, burst, as I done first
Guns, slums, hearse don't stun Perce, where I'm from's (sucker)
My new are hot, bodies chewed up a lot
Then up the block to a cipher, blew up the spot
Stacks of rhymes, ain't a for mines, tracks and shine
Leave you back in time in a ?beeler? still at my prime
I'm a your face in, trial and shit is wild
I turn the dial, stealing my style
I should for reparations