Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get one off for eighty-seven street
South side of chicago, chicago everywhere it
It's like c'mon y'all, get live get
Common sense is in town
I said c'mon y'all, get get down
Common sense is in your
one:
I stagger in the possessed by a patter-in
That be
Over the globe will my be travellin
Unravellin my it's slime that's babblin
Grammatics are masculine
I them in, verbally badgerin broads
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 ain't got a mind or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I mines
say signs of the end is near
I can I walk a righteous path holdin a beer
Got more verses than a kramer, go off like a
Skills uglier than mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my songs sound noise
Don't the bulls as much, they got too many white boys
A million black men walkin, towards one
For sure, the cream of the planets...
Verse
A prophet, among black disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and swords
Get up, black risk your cup
I'm wishin for a change, my man want his in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me cash
On the rocks of reality, get smashed
In jams I m*a*s*h like alan
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was walter
Eighty-seven strip walker the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers went my rotate solidify the realness
Skull-caps, puffy jacket, lug boots on
to me is like goin to the county being a neutron
Verse
I the rhythm like a schwinn bike
When in dim
I use to enlight
Device up in da skin
Words of wisdom wail from my
in flight
I send light, like kite I've been bright
Get open on gym nights
And in I send rights
Don't hook skins my friends like
I nights up in dykes
I've been indicted as a freak of all
I got it
I in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
from a tribe of bums
Hooked on and mums
Had to halt the, malt liquor
Cause off the malt liquor I fought
Now my and thoughts quicker
Cruisin streets with no heat and no sticker
U ak got my back and we don't get no
Eighty-seven got my back and we 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 to go I gotta go
And I'm with the storm