Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for eighty-seven
South of chicago, chicago everywhere check it
It's like c'mon y'all, get live get
sense is in your town
I said c'mon y'all, get live get
sense is in your town
Verse
I in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
That be
Over the will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's slime babblin
that are masculine
I grab them in, verbally badgerin
I that madelline, was back on video lp
I make up like blacks do excuses
I feel like noah, my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I chase
They say of the end is near
I can I walk a righteous path holdin a beer
Got more than a kramer, go off like a pager
Skills than craig mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my songs like noise
Don't watch the bulls as much, they got too many boys
A black men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets...
Verse
A prophet, among black disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and nice
Get up, black risk your 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 on they ass
I rule around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, get smashed
In I m*a*s*h like alan alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was little
strip walker taught the code of the area
By staying, within the
Exposed to stony stimuli, with that I
Brothers went through my solidify the realness
Skull-caps, murf puffy jacket, lug on
Steppin to me is like goin to the county being a
Verse
I ride the rhythm like a bike
in dim light
I use to enlight
up in da skin tight
Words of wisdom from my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like ben's kite been bright
Get like on gym nights
And in I send rights
Don't hook skins my friends like
I spend 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 of bums
on negro and mums
Had to halt with the, liquor
Cause off the liquor 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
Chicago got my back and we don't now it
I'm a ho but not a ho
Ain't scared of no
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm with the storm