Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for eighty-seven
South side of chicago, everywhere check it
It's like c'mon y'all, get live get
Common sense is in your
I c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common is in your town
Verse
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a
That be
the globe will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen slime that's babblin
Grammatics that are
I grab them in, verbally broads
I that madelline, was back on video lp
I make up like blacks do excuses
I feel like noah, hookin my mellows up on
If a broad got a mind or job or crib she useless
Acoustic basslines embrace rhymes I chase mines
They say signs of the end is
I wonder can I walk a righteous holdin a beer
Got more verses than a kramer, go off a pager
Skills uglier craig mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my songs sound noise
Don't watch the bulls as much, they got too many white
A million black men walkin, one direction
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
two:
A prophet, raised among black disciples and lords
Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and nice
Get up, together black risk cup
I'm wishin for a change, my man his change in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the glass I'm puttin stickers on they ass
I rule around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
In jams I m*a*s*h alan alda
Niggaz nod, say hey as if I was little walter
Eighty-seven strip taught the code of the area
By staying, within the
to stony stimuli, with that I identify
Brothers went my rotate solidify the realness
Skull-caps, murf puffy jacket, lug on
Steppin to me is like goin to the county being a
Verse
I ride the rhythm a schwinn bike
When in dim
I use insight to
up in da skin tight
Words of wisdom wail my windpipe
Imaginations in
I light, like ben's kite I've been bright
Get like on gym nights
And in fights I rights
Don't hook with skins my like
I nights up in dykes
I've indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it
I bathe in basslines, in riffs, dry in drums
from a tribe of bums
Hooked on and mums
Had to halt with the, liquor
Cause off the malt I fought niggaz
Now my speech and quicker
Cruisin southside streets with no and no sticker
U ak got my back and we get no thicker
Eighty-seven got my back and we get no thicker
Chicago got my back and we don't now it
I'm a ho but not a ho
scared of no nigga
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm gone the storm