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 c'mon y'all, get live get
Common is in your town
I c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common sense is in town
one:
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a
That be
Over the globe my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my it's slime that's babblin
Grammatics that are
I grab them in, verbally broads
I wish that madelline, was back on lp
Raps I up like blacks do excuses
I feel like noah, hookin my mellows up on
If a broad ain't got a mind or job or crib she
Acoustic basslines embrace while I chase mines
They say signs of the end is
I wonder can I a righteous path holdin a beer
Got more verses a kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier than craig mack in ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my songs sound like
Don't the bulls as much, they got too many white boys
A million men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
two:
A prophet, raised 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 stickers on ass
I rule everything around me like
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
In jams I m*a*s*h like alan
nod, they say hey as if I was little walter
Eighty-seven strip taught the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, that I identify
Brothers through my rotate solidify the realness
Skull-caps, puffy jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is like goin to the county a neutron
Verse
I the rhythm like a schwinn bike
When in dim
I use insight to
Device up in da skin
Words of wisdom from my windpipe
in flight
I send light, like ben's kite I've been
Get open like on gym
And in I send rights
hook with skins my friends like
I spend nights up in
I've indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in
from a tribe of bums
Hooked on and mums
Had to halt with the, malt
Cause off the malt liquor I niggaz
Now my and thoughts quicker
Cruisin southside streets with no and no sticker
U ak got my back and we get no thicker
Eighty-seven got my back and we don't get no
got my back and we don't now check 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 gone with the