Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

Damn back again up on track
'round the bend
Some of y'all black again, it got
On your mark get set, out of sight out of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

everything goin' haywire
You laughed before see you laugh now, blue cow
Hell now, black cow, to birds
Word to bird, word to bird

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ya know what I'm saying, ayyo 1-2
Ayyo, Killa I want you to put one up in 'em son
And 'em you ain't done son
Ball 'em the back of the gun son, make 'em run son

down broadway beneath the J line
Slumped in the incline mind travels
Beyond the shell which holds the
by the Allah, I'll be the most humble

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

I mastered sex, the track
The mic like prostate gland
Onto the paper the pours
Or the of my brother that hurts just the same

Fuck fame, my gun I to maintain
Moods are insidious baffles and
who label the God as anti-social
Chose not to apply their eye
I at the speed of thought rate, it's fatal
will enable a man to levitate

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

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

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