Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up mind black people it's ill
Superior people use skill
We can defeat any congressional at will
The hip hop will prevail
all problems in society inner city philosophy
The hip hop in me must out or die to lock in me no doubt
Executed
I bigin to out splat out approximately
three syllable words per second
like I am God you are God, we are God, it
Time to it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it
Like a shot to ya head I'm in your mind
With constant conscience lyrical
At the end of time, be in my prime
Read the sign, men,
like an shymin
I look still but I'm
Newsflash here's the latest
Ya whole environment in ya mind and in ya heart
displays art
The highest level of mental expression, play your

I'm the intelligent on the mic (x3)
Everybody

All these tryin to be large
with their two car garage just like El
played out, fadin out, over
Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe the hip-hop perpetrator
Wholesome like a stealin all ya flavour
danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin
Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya is stinkin
with the stench of a snitch with information,
linkin up with the enemies of speakin
But I'm in 1999
feelin fine while MCs will be out of sight and outta mind
cos I got a little bit of time
Negativity be wiped out by pain after turpentine
I find my rhymes mobility, creativity
positivity, of sensibility
to a wide vicinity, engulfin your
O silly me, killin me I begin to see your
I rock way hard you get wit me
or go wit me or wit me
Frankly, this is wrong, people,
ya little off-the-head rhyme
It's way past your bedtime, for the time
forget tryin ta get
I from the park with my arc in the dark
A simple spark, the little Park now I'm in ya heart
Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I another way
If you got no fly rhymes, say today
Run away, run away, run away....little boy
Like the TAT crew I terrorise toys
is what I hear
when you shout your into the atmosphere
The master's here!

(x2)

Now which wants their title tooken, defended
I see my schedule open-ended
I can move somethin around ya booty ass sound, beginner
What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night
Now the teacher you
Don't you know I am that gate keeper
get railed like the sleeper
No tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style
that keeps the party floatin a foetus, meanwhile
you your head, you can't belive this godchild
This *?sins?* ya and because you're not fertile
or fertile "fertil"}
reflex's slow like a turtle
Yeah my picture you circle from and journals
Without rehearsal, *?mic is first is the worst
I verse, I sua
Into a million
in Tiananmen
and start illing, comin thru the ceiling
Enough of reteric let's start building