Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for eighty-seven
side of chicago, chicago everywhere check it
It's c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common sense is in town
I said c'mon y'all, get live get
Common sense is in town
Verse
I in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
That be
Over the will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's
that are masculine
I grab them in, verbally broads
I wish madelline, was back on video lp
Raps I up like blacks do excuses
I feel like noah, hookin my mellows up on
If a broad got a mind or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines rhymes while I chase mines
say signs of the end is near
I can I walk 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 sound like noise
watch the bulls as much, they got too many white boys
A million black men walkin, towards one
For sure, the cream of the planets...
two:
A prophet, raised among black disciples and lords
Who don't give a fuck mic cords and nice swords
Get up, together black 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 while I'm puttin stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like
On the of reality, dreams get smashed
In jams I like alan alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was walter
strip walker taught the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
to stony stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers went through my solidify the realness
Skull-caps, puffy jacket, lug boots on
to me is like goin to the county being a neutron
Verse
I ride the rhythm like a schwinn
in dim light
I use to enlight
Device up in da tight
Words of wisdom wail my windpipe
Imaginations in
I light, like ben's kite I've been bright
Get open on gym nights
And in fights I send
Don't hook with skins my friends
I nights up in dykes
been 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 and mums
Had to with the, malt liquor
off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
Now my speech and quicker
Cruisin southside streets with no heat and no
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 don't now 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