Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for street
South side of chicago, everywhere check it
It's like y'all, get live get down
Common sense is in town
I c'mon y'all, get live get down
sense is in your town
Verse
I in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
be scatterin
Over the globe will my be travellin
my abdomen it's slime that's babblin
Grammatics that are
I grab in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish that madelline, was back on lp
Raps I up like blacks do excuses
I feel noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a mind or job or crib she
Acoustic basslines rhymes while I chase mines
They say signs of the end is
I wonder can I walk a righteous holdin a beer
Got more than a kramer, go off like a pager
Skills than craig mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird some of my songs sound like noise
Don't watch the bulls as much, they got too many boys
A million black men walkin, one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets...
two:
A prophet, among black disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a about mic cords and nice swords
Get up, together risk 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 while I'm puttin stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
In jams I like alan alda
Niggaz nod, say hey as if I was little walter
Eighty-seven strip walker taught the code of the
By staying, within the
Exposed to stony stimuli, with that I
Brothers went my rotate solidify the realness
Skull-caps, murf jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is like to the county being a neutron
Verse
I the rhythm like a schwinn bike
in dim light
I use to enlight
Device up in da tight
Words of wail from my windpipe
Imaginations in
I send light, like ben's kite I've bright
Get open like on gym
And in fights I send
Don't hook with skins my like
I spend up in dykes
I've been as a freak of all trades
I got it
I bathe in basslines, in riffs, dry in drums
Come a tribe of bums
on negro and mums
Had to halt with the, liquor
Cause off the malt liquor I fought
Now my speech and thoughts
Cruisin southside with no heat and no sticker
U ak got my back and we get no thicker
Eighty-seven got my and we don't get no thicker
Chicago got my back and we now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho
Ain't of no nigga
But it's my to go I gotta go
And I'm with the storm