Luyện nghe bài hát Distortion To Static

Yo, I'm every MC, all in me
That's the way it is, when ya be
Indeed as I distort I proceed, I
Gettin' hotter than sacks of boom, in my 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 motherfucker
I flips, redder than pork, to New York to mix
[It's Bob With the snares and kicks to fix
Rhythmically, you got ta be,
Magically I appear, spark a L and drink a
With air smooth, takin' loot with dice
shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabond, versatile and various, rap styles
Of mine are blunt, is in the mind, so I'm fine and five
seven, inches in height
My to strike mics and lighten your tights
Ridin' in, like
Fluorescent, incandescent,
I represent, Foreign and Ill Elements
Very relevant, plus intelligently matter
That's tracks fatter, revolve around
Saturn like rings and swings when I sings with bass
Then distort up in your face mace
Bustin your dreams, I gasp with loaded
I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas a vaccine
As I, rocks from blunderin' I'm not, lyrically
Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort thought, for real
It's the illest out the Phi, short for
Money move fakin' I isn't
Niggaz can nah front, I'm poetically
Wicked, with the visit while wonderin' what is it
Dig it, yo my um whattup for the night
[Malik be, get on the mic, get on the
that y'all, and yo I'm flowin', my part of the song
It's goin, goin, it's gone

Now, go get your and your Pictionary
Cause much affliction with my friction slips and carries
Words and like some cattle in the steeple
People, there's no equal, or no
SO policies, of equalities, get
Demolished, distortion of the gettin' polished
Urges of splurge and words just be merged
Together, damn it's clever, however
You never, can sound alike, don't be poundin' like
These, troops, who be's,
Insult ya, mellow of culture, vulture
Approach ya, with shit that's Ultra
I MC's dangle like a bangle
Strangle from every angle, my hingles and it jangles
Under Kangols, nahh niggaz don't want to tangle
Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced the mango
To be particular, extra-curricular, for
Measure, in any weather, more than the treasure
Baby, you say you maybe, then in to flex
Now you what's next