Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for eighty-seven
South of chicago, chicago everywhere check it
like c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common sense is in your
I said c'mon y'all, get get down
sense is in your town
Verse
I in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
be scatterin
Over the globe will my vocals be
my abdomen it's slime that's babblin
Grammatics that are
I grab them in, verbally badgerin
I wish madelline, was back on video lp
Raps I make up like blacks do
I feel like noah, hookin my up on deuces
If a broad got a mind or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I chase
say signs of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a
Got more verses than a kramer, go off a pager
Skills uglier than craig mack in your ear I'm the
My old bird said some of my songs sound like
Don't watch the bulls as much, they got too many boys
A million men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets...
two:
A prophet, raised black disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and swords
Get up, together risk your cup
I'm for a change, my man want his change in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the while I'm puttin stickers on they ass
I everything 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 walter
Eighty-seven walker taught the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, that I identify
Brothers went through my solidify the realness
Skull-caps, murf puffy jacket, lug on
Steppin to me is like goin to the county a neutron
three:
I ride the rhythm like a bike
in dim light
I use to enlight
Device up in da skin
Words of wisdom from my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like ben's kite I've been
Get open on gym nights
And in fights I rights
Don't hook with my friends like
I spend nights up in
I've been indicted as a freak of all
I got it
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in
Come a tribe of bums
on negro and mums
Had to halt with the, liquor
Cause off the malt liquor I niggaz
Now my and thoughts quicker
southside streets with no heat and no sticker
U ak got my back and we get no thicker
got my back and we don't get no thicker
Chicago got my back and we now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho
Ain't scared of no
But it's my turn to go I go
And I'm with the storm