Luyện nghe bài hát Distortion To Static

Yo, I'm MC, it's all in me
That's the way it is, ya gotta be
Indeed as I I proceed, I need
Gettin' hotter sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada
Four tanks in memory banks to fill up
I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you the vibe
can play high post, but yo that don't mean shit
Because my click'll make a sick
I flips, redder than pork, comin' to New to mix
[It's Bob Powers] the snares and kicks to fix
Rhythmically, you got ta be,
Magically I appear, spark a L and a beer
air smooth, takin' niggaz loot with dice
Then shoot The Roots, poetic, kinetic
Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap
Of are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five
Foot seven, in height
My mission to strike mics and lighten your
in, like lightning
Fluorescent, incandescent,
I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill
Very relevant, intelligently managin matter
That's tracks fatter, revolve around
Saturn like rings and brins swings when I sings with
Then up in your face like mace
your dreams, I gasp with loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas a vaccine
As I, rocks under blunderin' I'm not, lyrically
Ya getm, shot, get caught so with thought, for real
It's the illest out the Phi, for Philidelph-iada-fly
Money move fakin' I isn't
can nah front, I'm poetically exquisite
Wicked, with the visit while you're what is it
Dig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the
be, get on the mic, get on the mic]
Like that y'all, and yo I'm flowin', my part of the
It's goin, it's goin, gone

Now, go get your dictionary and your
Cause affliction with my diction friction slips and carries
Words and hers like cattle in the steeple
People, no equal, or no sequel
SO policies, of equalities, get
Demolished, of the static's gettin' polished
Urges of splurge and will just be merged
Together, damn it's clever, however
You never, can alike, lyrics don't be poundin' like
These, troops, who be's,
ya, mellow of culture, rhythmical vulture
Approach ya, with shit that's Ultra
I make MC's like a bangle
Strangle from every angle, my lingo hingles and it
Under Kangols, nahh them niggaz want to tangle
Cause get loose, negroes get juiced like the mango
To be particular, extra-curricular, for
Measure, in any weather, value than the treasure
Baby, you say you maybe, then in to flex
Now you wonder next