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 said c'mon y'all, get get down
Common is in your town
Verse
I in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
That be
the globe will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's
that are masculine
I them in, verbally badgerin broads
I wish madelline, was back on video lp
Raps I make up blacks do excuses
I feel like noah, hookin my up on deuces
If a ain't got a mind or job or crib she useless
basslines embrace rhymes while I chase mines
They say of the end is near
I wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a
Got more verses than a kramer, go off a pager
Skills uglier than craig mack in ear I'm the flavor
My old bird said some of my sound like noise
Don't watch the bulls as much, got too many white boys
A million men walkin, towards one direction
For sure, the cream of the planets...
Verse
A prophet, raised black disciples and vice lords
Who don't give a fuck mic cords and nice swords
Get up, together risk your cup
I'm for a change, my man want his change in a cup
Yessir, I'm in the
Bitches put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on ass
I everything around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
In jams I m*a*s*h like alan
Niggaz nod, they say hey as if I was little
Eighty-seven strip walker taught the code of the
By staying, the barrier
Exposed to stony stimuli, that I identify
Brothers through my rotate solidify the realness
Skull-caps, murf puffy jacket, lug on
Steppin to me is like goin to the being a neutron
Verse
I ride the rhythm like a schwinn
When in dim
I use to enlight
Device up in da tight
Words of wisdom wail from my
Imaginations in
I send light, like ben's kite I've been
Get open on gym nights
And in I send rights
hook with skins my friends like
I spend up in dykes
I've been indicted as a of all trades
I got it
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in
Come a tribe of bums
Hooked on negro and
Had to with the, malt liquor
off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
Now my speech and quicker
Cruisin southside with no heat and no sticker
U ak got my back and we don't get no
Eighty-seven got my back and we get no thicker
Chicago got my and we don't now check it
I'm a ho but not a ho
Ain't of no nigga
But it's my turn to go I go
And I'm with the storm