Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for street
South side of chicago, chicago check it
It's like y'all, get live get down
Common sense is in town
I said c'mon y'all, get live get
Common sense is in your
one:
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a
That be
the globe will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's slime babblin
Grammatics that are
I them in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish that madelline, was on video lp
I make up like blacks do excuses
I feel like noah, hookin my up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a mind or job or she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I chase
They say signs of the end is
I wonder can I walk a righteous holdin a beer
Got more than a kramer, go off like a pager
uglier than craig mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my sound like noise
Don't the bulls as much, they got too many white boys
A million black men walkin, towards one
For sure, the cream of the planets...
two:
A prophet, raised among disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and swords
Get up, together black your cup
I'm wishin for a change, my man want his in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on they ass
I everything around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
In jams I like alan alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was little
Eighty-seven strip walker taught the code of the
By staying, the barrier
to stony stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers through my rotate solidify the realness
Skull-caps, murf puffy jacket, lug on
Steppin to me is like goin to the being a neutron
Verse
I the rhythm like a schwinn bike
in dim light
I use to enlight
up in da skin tight
Words of wisdom wail my windpipe
in flight
I send light, like kite I've been bright
Get open like on gym
And in fights I rights
Don't hook with skins my 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
from a tribe of bums
Hooked on negro and
Had to halt the, malt liquor
Cause off the malt liquor I fought
Now my and thoughts quicker
Cruisin southside streets no heat and no sticker
U ak got my and we don't get no thicker
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 with the storm