Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Have everything goin'
You laughed before see you laugh now, blue cow
Hell now, black cow, word to
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 Lazarus
Just black baby, where my be at
Star spelled is rats, let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with these industry

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

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

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

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

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

Ya know what I'm saying, ayyo 1-2
Ayyo, Masta Killa I you to put one up in 'em son
And 'em you ain't done son
Ball 'em with the of the gun son, make 'em run son

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

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

I mastered sex, the track
The mic like prostate gland
Onto the paper the pain
Or the love of my brother that hurts just the

fame, my gun I bust 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
will enable a man to levitate

And you can take that and put
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 year
We ain't taking no shorts and y'all need to know
To make your fat boy

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