Luyện nghe bài hát Woodstock 2008

Gonna bring out the gorilla in me

Hear the pistols pump, the engine roar
That's my heart and soul, trying to the law
It's a beautiful night, to fly a phoenix
Bang the beat and get like I'm Jesus

I had a
I got lost on a canvas
to the norm,
Or go off on a
To a of dreams,
We built it no bucks
So I aimed for the
And tilted my up

Suddenly at
We packing the floor,
Having 'em
It 2 lp's
To get a in the door
Johnny,
But I'm of course
I talk total thoughts
I'm tackling tours
Matter fact, I rap,
Not a cat a Porsche
I'm a of words
Whirling and forwards
And I get enough of this feeling,
the bonfire
Up on this and

to Woodstock 2 double o 8
You buckle up, this ride has no breaks
I'm 'a fang the bitch, till it out the back
Out of control like a train off tracks

You know god well
Who burnt the house
the bullshit
And turned the sound
B.e.i, we bring it to basics
And get the whole crowd ape

Well I've been for 5 days,
And finally the weekend's
The and roof is on fire,
Now that's what I call night

See if the vibe is
And the is tight
me my brother we gon' eat tonight
And a 7 course meal
For my people in the
If we all share,
I ain't eating mother

I down to the woods
And a look into my soul and
A of colours
cooking in my cauldron
In a dark world I fight
Through the night
my wings,
Take flight into

I'm just basking in the
Of fates soothing
Painting a personal pallet
Of images
I am my editor,
You bet I might be
Jedi knight on red eye flight

like Billy Walsh,
I'm in charge the Dalai Lama
Roll my entourage
Like Johnny
Sky surf a computer of
at the bliss batch,
Booze and is the recipe

a baboon bash,
A ball
we all get together
And we never get
Yeah clever with the swords,
what popped out bitch
Came stomping through your
With knock out shit

Well been slaving for 5 days,
And the weekend's arrived
The walls and is on fire,
Now that's what I call Saturday

I move crack rock
In a fat
I move dope
locked in a laptop
80 on the freeway,
Chillin my dj
Hot to
And we with no delay

This is my heart and bra,
My art and
We this bitch down
Spartan soldiers
So god forsake me for my rhyme
But big Macka does tell it on

With the blaring
I rock the Richter
I'm the Aries,
The transmitter

I can't
That you don't my name
And if the case
Then baby let me explain
It be that lumberjack
And johnathon
Izm in the back,
through the wax,
Doing his

God me
God forsake what we do in the
God me
God forsake we do in the hood
God me
God forsake what we do in the
God me
Big is up to no good

Well I've slaving for 5 days,
And the weekend's arrived
The walls and is on fire,
Now that's I call Saturday night

x2

~eso x 2:
Put the to the metal,
I'm on level,
You bring me down
I never with the devil,
I'm a rebel,
You got to me now