Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

Damn back again up on again
'round the bend
Some of y'all again, it got dark
On your mark get set, out of out of mind

forget like marionettes, strings in the back like nets
The chosen one who fuckin' laugh themselves to
Lack of rhymes, meaningless punch
Battle for your mind like 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 gettin' up off the misses

Ain't nothin' wrong but wait, another love song
It's the R&B strangler bringing in the wranglers
Rock all the heads big times and
Shot the pill I drop skills up in Brazil

Now the pitch, for a label switch
They psych it, I put the roof up on top of this
what like Tony [Incomprehensible]
They forgot, I to [Incomprehensible] around that clock

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

Lodi dodi, when the Feds come and doom your
Cracker in the back, don't you 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 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 goin' backwards

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

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

Hazardous, no you don't like
black baby, where my soul be at
Star spelled is rats, let bra man rap
I'm in the back with these industry cats

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

I'm the that roared, swore to the Lord
The eye of both 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 with some
PE got more jewels than dead
The devil try to get me like a crucifix
But I'm focused on the vultures like a local

New order is goin' down, gettin' 'round
I'm as spooked as by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam I'll a new Saigon
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the same boy

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

Ya what I'm saying, ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo, Masta Killa I you to put one up in 'em son
And 'em you ain't done son
'em with the back of the gun son, make 'em run son

Sliding broadway beneath the J line
Slumped in the incline position mind
Beyond the shell holds the soul
Controlled by the Allah, be the most humble

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

I mastered sex, the track
The mic like prostate impregnates
Onto the paper the pain
Or the love of my brother that hurts the same

fame, my gun I bust to maintain
Moods are baffles and eludes
Those who the God as anti-social
Chose not to apply their eye
I at the speed of thought rate, it's fatal
What enable a man to levitate

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

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

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