Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get one off for eighty-seven street
South side of chicago, everywhere check it
It's like y'all, get live get down
sense is in your town
I said c'mon y'all, get live get
Common sense is in town
one:
I stagger in the possessed by a patter-in
That be
Over the globe my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen slime that's babblin
that are masculine
I grab them in, verbally broads
I wish that madelline, was on video lp
Raps I make up like blacks do
I feel like noah, hookin my up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I mines
say signs of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a path holdin a beer
Got verses than a kramer, go off like a pager
uglier than craig mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my songs sound noise
Don't watch the bulls as much, got too many white boys
A black men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
Verse
A prophet, among black disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and swords
Get up, together black your cup
I'm wishin for a change, my man his change in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on ass
I rule everything around me like
On the rocks of reality, get smashed
In jams I m*a*s*h alan alda
Niggaz nod, say hey as if I was little walter
Eighty-seven walker taught the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, that I identify
Brothers went through my rotate the realness
Skull-caps, puffy jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is like goin to the county a neutron
three:
I the rhythm like a schwinn bike
When in dim
I use to enlight
up in da skin tight
Words of wisdom from my windpipe
in flight
I send light, like ben's kite been bright
Get like on gym nights
And in fights I send
Don't hook with skins my friends
I nights up in dykes
been indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it
I in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a tribe of
on negro and mums
Had to halt with the, malt
Cause off the malt I fought niggaz
Now my speech and quicker
Cruisin streets with no heat and no sticker
U ak got my back and we get no thicker
Eighty-seven got my back and we don't get no
got my back and we don't now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho
scared of no nigga
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm gone with the