Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

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

Hypocrites forget like marionettes, strings in the back like
The chosen one who fuckin' themselves to death
Lack of rhymes, meaningless punch
Battle for your like Israel and Palestine

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

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

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

Lord us from that sword 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

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

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

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

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

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 industry cats

One step forward two back
Making claiming habitats, ratta tat tat
Wish you turn 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 live and die by the sword
The forbidden, the six man be from the beginnin'
You know the suckers be hidden

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

New order is goin' down, gettin' 'round
I'm as spooked as by the sound
Fuck it Saddam I'll bring a new Saigon
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the same 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, 1-2, I've got my man
That's about to sneak up on you and your

Ya know 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
Ball 'em the back of the gun son, make 'em run son

Sliding down broadway the J line
in the incline position mind travels
Beyond the which holds the soul
Controlled by the Allah, be the most humble

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

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

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

And you can take that and put
On the back of brain son
Coming straight to you Masta Killa
nottin' iller

I you PE is still in full effect
Beyond the year
We taking no shorts and y'all need to know that
To make head fat boy

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