Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get one off for eighty-seven street
side of chicago, chicago everywhere check it
It's like c'mon y'all, get live get
sense is in your town
I said y'all, get live get down
Common is in your town
Verse
I stagger in the possessed by a patter-in
That be
Over the will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's that's babblin
Grammatics that are
I them in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish that madelline, was back on lp
Raps I make up like blacks do
I feel like noah, hookin my mellows up on
If a broad ain't got a or job or crib she useless
basslines embrace rhymes while I chase mines
They say of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a righteous path a beer
Got verses than a kramer, go off like a pager
Skills than craig mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird some of my songs sound like noise
Don't watch the as much, they got too many white boys
A million black men walkin, towards one
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
two:
A prophet, raised among disciples and vice lords
Who give a fuck about mic cords and nice swords
Get up, together black risk cup
I'm wishin for a change, my man want his in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on ass
I everything around me like cash
On the of reality, dreams get smashed
In jams I m*a*s*h like alan
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was little
strip walker taught the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers went through my rotate solidify the
Skull-caps, puffy jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is like to the county being a neutron
three:
I ride the like a schwinn bike
When in dim
I use to enlight
Device up in da skin
Words of wisdom from my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like ben's I've been bright
Get open on gym nights
And in fights I rights
hook with skins my friends like
I spend nights up in
I've indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it
I bathe in basslines, in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a of bums
Hooked on negro and
Had to halt the, malt liquor
Cause off the malt liquor I niggaz
Now my speech and thoughts
Cruisin southside streets with no and no sticker
U ak got my back and we don't get no
Eighty-seven got my back and we get no thicker
Chicago got my back and we now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho
scared of no nigga
But it's my to go I gotta go
And I'm gone the storm