Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

Damn back again up on track
[Incomprehensible] 'round the
Some of y'all again, it got dark
On your mark get set, out of sight out of

forget like marionettes, strings in the back like nets
The chosen one who laugh themselves to death
Lack of rhymes, punch lines
Battle for your mind Israel and Palestine

Good news in some fuckin' ass times
No more disses, repeated lines and chorus'
Days full of doris' got issues and
Got the jam but paid up off the misses

nothin' wrong but wait, fuck another love song
It's the R&B strangler bringing in the wranglers
Rock all the heads big and Alzheimer's
Shot the pill I drop skills up in Brazil

Now the pitch, time for a switch
They it, I put the roof up on top of this bitch
Guess what like Tony
They forgot, I used to [Incomprehensible] around that

Lord save us from that sword of that kidnap
Hip hop tracks and the beats in the of rap
Put my in it, careless about the gold in it
the shotty, got 'em running from the Paparazzi

Lodi dodi, when the come and doom your party
Cracker in the back, you know it's Illuminati
Ain't nothing changed, PE we be the crew
Resurrection in the game here to you

Yo, it's going down baby, it's going family
That's my word, we gettin' to turn this shit
To the two and three zeros, you know what I'm
all the clocks goin' backwards

Have everything haywire
You laughed before let's see you laugh now, cow
now, black cow, word to birds
Word to bird, word to nigga

One on one, hard tarot cards
Behold the one man man march
Takes a nation, 400 year
Apocalyptic no power in this happy

Hazardous, no you like Lazarus
Just black baby, my soul be at
Star spelled is rats, let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with industry cats

One step forward two steps
Making habits habitats, ratta tat tat
Wish you turn back the hands of time
And get mental, pop the eight track Lincoln Continental

I'm the that roared, swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk live and die by the sword
The forbidden, the six man be from the beginnin'
You know the suckers be hidden

Intense, knocking your block some sense
PE got more jewels than presidents
The devil try to get me cross like a
But I'm focused on the vultures like a locust

New world order is down, gettin' 'round
I'm as spooked as by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam bring a new Saigon
Ain't changed PE we be the same crew boy

Yeah, that's right, eight no jokin'
We coming out
And for all y'all been sleeping on us
You're lacking, you're
Ayyo, check 1-2, got my man
about to sneak up on you and your crew

Ya know what I'm saying, ayyo 1-2
Ayyo, Masta I want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you done son
'em with the back of the gun son, make 'em run son

Sliding down broadway the J line
Slumped in the incline position mind
Beyond the shell which the soul
by the Allah, I'll be the most humble

But punishable
For those who are to righteousness
I strive to stay alive and this
Many fell victim to the

I mastered sex, the ovulates
The mic like gland impregnates
Onto the paper the pours
Or the love of my brother that hurts just the

Fuck fame, my gun I bust to
are insidious baffles and eludes
Those who label the God as
Chose not to apply their eye
I travel at the of thought rate, it's fatal
What will a man to levitate

And you can that and put that
On the back of brain son
Coming straight to you Masta Killa
Ain't iller

I told you PE is still in effect
the year 2000
We ain't taking no and y'all need to know that
To make head fat boy

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