Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

Damn back again up on again
[Incomprehensible] the bend
of y'all black again, it got dark
On your mark get set, out of out of mind

Hypocrites forget like marionettes, strings in the like nets
The chosen one who laugh themselves to death
Lack of rhymes, meaningless lines
Battle for your like Israel and Palestine

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

Ain't nothin' wrong but wait, another love song
It's the R&B strangler bringing noise in the
Rock all the heads big times and
Shot the while I drop skills up in Brazil

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

save us from that 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
Boom the shotty, got 'em running from the

Lodi dodi, when the Feds come and your party
Cracker in the back, you know it's Illuminati
Ain't nothing changed, PE we be the crew
Resurrection in the game here to you

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

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

One on one, hard like cards
Behold the one man man march
a nation, 400 year violation
Apocalyptic no power in happy hour

Hazardous, no you like Lazarus
Just black baby, my soul be at
Star spelled is rats, let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with these cats

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

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

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

New order is goin' down, gettin' 'round
I'm as spooked as that by the
Fuck it with I'll bring a new Saigon
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the crew boy

Yeah, that's right, eight no jokin'
We out smokin'
And for all y'all been sleeping on us
lacking, you're lacking
Ayyo, check 1-2, 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
Ball 'em with the of the gun son, make 'em run son

Sliding down beneath the J line
Slumped in the incline mind travels
Beyond the which holds the soul
Controlled by the Allah, be the most humble

But punishable
For who are unlawful to righteousness
I strive to alive and live this
Many victim to the wisdom

I mastered sex, the ovulates
The mic like gland impregnates
Onto the the pain pours
Or the love of my brother that just the same

Fuck fame, my gun I to maintain
Moods are insidious baffles and
Those who label the God as
not to apply their third eye
I travel at the speed of thought rate, fatal
What will a man to levitate

And you can take that and put
On the back of your son
Coming straight to you Masta Killa
Ain't iller

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

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