Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection '95

Yeah i'ma get this one off for eighty-seven
South of chicago, chicago everywhere check it
like c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common is in your town
I c'mon y'all, get live get down
Common sense is in your
one:
I stagger in the gathering by a patter-in
be scatterin
Over the globe my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's slime babblin
Grammatics that are
I grab in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish that madelline, was back on lp
I make up like blacks do excuses
I like noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces
If a broad ain't got a mind or job or crib she
Acoustic embrace rhymes while I chase mines
They say of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a
Got verses than a kramer, go off like a pager
Skills uglier than mack in your ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my songs sound like
Don't watch the as much, they got too many white boys
A million black men walkin, towards one
For sure, the of the planets... resurrection
two:
A prophet, raised among black disciples and vice
Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and nice
Get up, together risk your cup
I'm wishin for a change, my man want his in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me cash
On the of reality, dreams get smashed
In I m*a*s*h like alan alda
Niggaz nod, say hey as if I was little walter
Eighty-seven strip taught the code of the area
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, with I identify
Brothers went through my rotate solidify the
Skull-caps, puffy jacket, lug boots on
Steppin to me is like goin to the being a neutron
three:
I ride the like a schwinn bike
in dim light
I use insight to
up in da skin tight
Words of wisdom wail from my
in flight
I send light, like ben's kite I've bright
Get like on gym nights
And in fights I rights
Don't hook with my friends like
I nights up in dykes
I've been indicted as a freak of all
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 liquor I fought
Now my speech and thoughts
Cruisin southside streets no heat and no sticker
U ak got my and we don't get no thicker
Eighty-seven got my and we don't get no thicker
Chicago got my back and we don't now it
I'm a ho but not a ho
Ain't scared of no
But my turn to go I gotta go
And I'm gone with the