Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

Damn again up on track again
[Incomprehensible] 'round the
Some of black again, it got dark
On your mark get set, out of sight out of

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

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

Ain't nothin' wrong but wait, fuck another love
It's the R&B strangler noise in the wranglers
Rock all the heads big and Alzheimer's
Shot the pill while I skills up in Brazil

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

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

Lodi dodi, when the Feds come and doom party
Cracker in the back, don't you it's Illuminati
nothing changed, PE we be the same crew
Resurrection in the here to save you

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

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

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

I'm the mouth that roared, 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 hand 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 as that 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, nine no jokin'
We out smokin'
And for all that's been sleeping on us
You're lacking, you're
Ayyo, check 1-2, got my man
That's about to sneak up on you and your

Ya know I'm saying, ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo, Masta I want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you ain't son
Ball 'em with the of the gun son, make 'em run son

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

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

I sex, the track ovulates
The mic like prostate impregnates
Onto the paper the pours
Or the love of my brother that just the same

fame, my gun I bust to maintain
Moods are insidious and eludes
Those who label the God as
not to apply their third eye
I at the speed of thought rate, it's fatal
What will a man to levitate

And you can take and put that
On the of your brain son
Coming straight to you from Killa
Ain't nottin'

I you PE is still in full effect
Beyond the 2000
We ain't taking no and y'all need to know that
To make your fat boy

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