Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

Damn again up on track again
'round the bend
Some of y'all black again, it got
On your get set, out of sight out of mind

Hypocrites forget like marionettes, strings in the back like
The chosen one who fuckin' laugh themselves to
Lack of rhymes, meaningless punch
Battle for your like Israel and Palestine

Good news in some fuckin' hard ass
No more disses, repeated hook lines and
Days full of doris' got issues and
Got the jam but paid up off the misses

Ain't nothin' wrong but wait, fuck another song
It's the R&B strangler bringing in the wranglers
all the heads big times and Alzheimer's
Shot the pill while I drop skills up in

Now the pitch, time for a label
They psych it, I put the up on top of this bitch
what like Tony [Incomprehensible]
They forgot, I used to [Incomprehensible] around clock

Lord save us from sword of Davis that kidnap
Hip hop and the beats in the game of rap
Put my soul in it, careless the gold in it
the shotty, got 'em running from the Paparazzi

Lodi dodi, when the Feds come and your party
Cracker in the back, don't you it's Illuminati
Ain't changed, PE we be the same crew
in the game here to save you

Yo, going down baby, it's going down family
That's my word, we gettin' ready to turn shit
To the two and three zeros, you know I'm sayin'
Have all the clocks goin'

everything goin' haywire
You laughed before let's see you laugh now, cow
Hell now, cow, word to birds
Word to bird, to bird nigga

One on one, hard tarot cards
Behold the one man million man
Takes a nation, 400 year
Apocalyptic no power in this happy

Hazardous, no you don't like
Just baby, where my soul be at
spelled backwards is rats, let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with these cats

One step forward two steps
Making habits claiming habitats, tat tat
Wish you could turn back the hands of
And get mental, pop the tape eight track Lincoln

I'm the mouth that roared, swore to the
The eye of hawk both live and die by the
The forbidden, the six man be from the beginnin'
You know the suckers be hidden

Intense, knocking your block some sense
PE got jewels than dead presidents
The try to get me cross like a crucifix
But I'm focused on the like a local locust

New world order is goin' down, gettin'
I'm as spooked as by the sound
it with Saddam I'll bring a new Saigon
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the same boy

Yeah, that's right, eight no jokin'
We coming out
And for all y'all that's sleeping on us
You're lacking, lacking
Ayyo, 1-2, I've got my man
That's to sneak up on you and your crew

Ya what I'm saying, ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo, Masta I want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you done son
'em with the back of the gun son, make 'em run son

Sliding down broadway the J line
Slumped in the incline position mind
Beyond the which holds the soul
Controlled by the Allah, I'll be the humble

But also
For those who are to righteousness
I strive to stay alive and this
Many fell to the wisdom

I sex, the track ovulates
The mic like prostate impregnates
the paper the pain pours
Or the love of my brother that just the same

Fuck fame, my gun I to maintain
are insidious baffles and eludes
Those who the God as anti-social
Chose not to apply their eye
I travel at the speed of thought rate, it's
What will enable a man to

And you can that and put that
On the back of brain son
Coming straight to you from Masta
Ain't iller

I told you PE is in full effect
Beyond the 2000
We taking no shorts and y'all need to know that
To make your fat boy

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