Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

Damn again up on track again
[Incomprehensible] 'round the
Some of black again, it got dark
On mark get set, out of sight out of mind

Hypocrites forget like marionettes, strings in the like nets
The chosen one who fuckin' themselves to death
of rhymes, meaningless punch lines
Battle for your like Israel and Palestine

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

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

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

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

Lodi dodi, when the Feds come and doom your
in the back, don't you know it's Illuminati
Ain't changed, PE we be the same crew
in the game here to save you

Yo, going 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 I'm sayin'
Have all the goin' backwards

Have everything goin'
You laughed before let's see you laugh now, cow
Hell now, black cow, word to
to bird, word to bird nigga

One on one, hard tarot cards
Behold the one man man march
a nation, 400 year violation
Apocalyptic no in this happy hour

Hazardous, no you like Lazarus
Just black baby, where my be at
spelled backwards is rats, let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with industry cats

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

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

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

New order is goin' down, gettin' 'round
I'm as as that by the sound
Fuck it Saddam I'll bring a new Saigon
Ain't changed PE we be the same crew boy

Yeah, that's right, eight no jokin'
We out smokin'
And for all y'all that's sleeping on us
lacking, you're lacking
Ayyo, check 1-2, got my man
about to sneak up on you and your crew

Ya know I'm saying, ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo, Masta I want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you ain't son
Ball 'em with the back of the gun son, 'em run son

Sliding down broadway beneath the J
Slumped in the incline position mind
Beyond the which holds the soul
Controlled by the Allah, I'll be the most

But punishable
For those who are unlawful to
I to stay alive and live this
fell victim to the wisdom

I sex, the track ovulates
The mic like gland impregnates
Onto the the pain pours
Or the love of my brother hurts just the same

Fuck fame, my gun I to maintain
Moods are insidious 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 take that and put
On the back of brain son
straight to you from Masta Killa
Ain't iller

I told you PE is in full effect
the year 2000
We ain't taking no shorts and y'all need to know
To make your fat boy

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