Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

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

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

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

Ain't nothin' wrong but wait, fuck another song
It's the R&B bringing noise in the wranglers
Rock all the heads big and Alzheimer's
Shot the pill while I drop up in Brazil

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

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

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

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

Have goin' haywire
You before let's see you laugh now, blue cow
Hell now, black cow, to birds
Word to bird, to bird nigga

One on one, like tarot cards
the one man million man march
Takes a nation, 400 violation
no power in this happy hour

Hazardous, no you don't Lazarus
Just baby, where my soul be at
spelled backwards is rats, let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back these industry cats

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

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

Intense, knocking block with some sense
PE got more jewels than presidents
The try to get me cross like a crucifix
But I'm focused on the vultures like a locust

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

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

Ya know I'm saying, ayyo check 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 beneath the J line
Slumped in the incline position mind
Beyond the shell which holds the
Controlled by the Allah, I'll be the most

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

I mastered sex, the ovulates
The mic like prostate gland
Onto the the pain pours
Or the love of my brother that just the same

fame, my gun I bust to maintain
Moods are baffles and eludes
Those who the God as anti-social
Chose not to their third eye
I travel at the of thought rate, it's fatal
What will a man to levitate

And you can that and put that
On the back of brain son
straight to you from Masta Killa
Ain't nottin'

I told you PE is still in effect
Beyond the 2000
We ain't taking no shorts and need to know that
To make head fat boy

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