Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

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

Hypocrites forget like marionettes, strings in the like nets
The one who fuckin' laugh themselves to death
of rhymes, meaningless punch lines
Battle for mind like Israel and Palestine

Good news in some fuckin' hard ass
No more disses, hook lines and chorus'
Days of doris' got issues and wishes
Got the jam but gettin' up off the misses

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

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

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

dodi, when the Feds come and doom your party
Cracker in the back, you know it's Illuminati
nothing changed, PE we be the same crew
Resurrection in the game to save you

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

Have everything haywire
You before let's see you laugh now, blue cow
Hell now, cow, word to birds
to bird, word to bird nigga

One on one, hard like tarot
Behold the one man million man
Takes a nation, 400 violation
Apocalyptic no power in this hour

Hazardous, no you don't Lazarus
Just baby, where my soul be at
Star backwards is rats, let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with these cats

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

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

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

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

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

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

down broadway beneath the J line
Slumped in the incline mind travels
Beyond the which holds the soul
by the Allah, I'll be the most humble

But also
For who are unlawful to righteousness
I strive to stay alive and this
fell victim to the wisdom

I mastered sex, the ovulates
The mic like prostate gland
the paper the pain 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 the God as anti-social
Chose not to apply third eye
I travel at the of thought rate, it's fatal
What will enable a man to

And you can that and put that
On the of your brain son
Coming to you from Masta Killa
nottin' iller

I told you PE is still in full
Beyond the year
We ain't taking no shorts and y'all need to that
To make your fat boy

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