Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for eighty-seven
South side of chicago, chicago check it
It's like c'mon y'all, get get down
sense is in your town
I said c'mon y'all, get get down
Common sense is in your
Verse
I in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
That be
Over the globe will my be travellin
my abdomen it's slime that's babblin
Grammatics that are
I them in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish madelline, was back on video lp
Raps I make up like do excuses
I feel noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes while I mines
They say signs of the end is
I wonder can I walk a path holdin a beer
Got verses than a kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier craig mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my songs sound like
watch the bulls as much, they got too many white boys
A million men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
Verse
A prophet, raised among disciples and vice 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 want his in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the glass while I'm puttin on they ass
I rule everything around me cash
On the of reality, dreams get smashed
In jams I m*a*s*h like alda
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was walter
Eighty-seven strip taught the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, that I identify
went through my rotate solidify the realness
Skull-caps, murf jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is goin to the county being a neutron
Verse
I ride the rhythm like a bike
When in dim
I use insight to
Device up in da skin
of wisdom wail from my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like ben's kite I've been
Get open like on gym
And in fights I send
Don't with skins my friends like
I spend nights up in
I've indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it
I in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a of bums
on negro and mums
Had to halt with the, malt
off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
Now my speech and quicker
southside streets with no heat and no sticker
U ak got my and we don't get no thicker
got my back and we don't get no thicker
Chicago got my and we don't now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho
Ain't of no nigga
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm with the storm