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 live get
sense is in your town
I c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common is in your town
one:
I stagger in the gathering by a patter-in
be scatterin
Over the globe will my vocals be
Unravellin my abdomen it's that's babblin
Grammatics are masculine
I grab them in, badgerin broads
I wish that madelline, was on video lp
Raps I make up blacks do excuses
I feel noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces
If a broad got a mind or job or crib she useless
basslines embrace rhymes while 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 a pager
Skills uglier than craig mack in your ear I'm the
My old said some of my songs sound like noise
Don't watch the bulls as much, they got too many boys
A million men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
two:
A prophet, raised among black disciples and vice
Who don't give a about mic cords and nice 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
Bitches put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on ass
I rule everything around me like
On the of reality, dreams get smashed
In I m*a*s*h like alan alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was little
Eighty-seven strip walker taught the of the area
By staying, within the
Exposed to stony stimuli, with that I
Brothers went through my 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 to enlight
up in da skin tight
Words of wisdom wail my windpipe
in flight
I light, like ben's kite I've been bright
Get open on gym nights
And in I send rights
Don't hook with skins my like
I spend up in dykes
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 with the, liquor
Cause off the malt I fought niggaz
Now my and thoughts quicker
southside streets with no heat and no sticker
U ak got my and we don't get no thicker
Eighty-seven got my 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 gone with the