Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah get this one off for eighty-seven street
South side of chicago, chicago everywhere it
It's like c'mon y'all, get get down
Common sense is in your
I said c'mon y'all, get live get
Common is in your town
Verse
I stagger in the possessed by a patter-in
That be
Over the globe will my vocals be
Unravellin my abdomen it's that's babblin
Grammatics that are
I grab in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish that madelline, was back on lp
I make up like blacks do excuses
I like noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes I chase mines
They say signs of the end is
I can I walk a righteous path holdin a beer
Got more verses than a kramer, go off like a
Skills uglier than craig mack in ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my songs sound like
Don't watch the as much, they got too many white boys
A million black men walkin, towards one
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
Verse
A prophet, raised black disciples and vice lords
Who give a fuck about mic cords and nice swords
Get up, together risk your cup
I'm wishin for a change, my man his change in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on ass
I everything around me like cash
On the of reality, dreams get smashed
In jams I m*a*s*h like alda
Niggaz nod, say hey as if I was little walter
Eighty-seven strip walker taught the code of the
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, with I identify
Brothers went through my rotate the realness
Skull-caps, puffy jacket, lug boots on
to me is like goin to the county being a neutron
Verse
I the rhythm like a schwinn bike
When in dim
I use to enlight
up in da skin tight
Words of wisdom wail from my
Imaginations in
I light, like ben's kite I've been bright
Get open like on gym
And in fights I send
Don't hook with my friends like
I spend up in dykes
I've been indicted as a freak of all
I got it
I bathe in basslines, in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a tribe of
on negro and mums
Had to halt the, malt liquor
Cause off the malt liquor I niggaz
Now my speech and thoughts
southside streets with 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
Ain't of no nigga
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm with the storm