Luyện nghe bài hát Distortion To Static

Yo, I'm every MC, all in me
That's the way it is, ya gotta be
Indeed as I I proceed, I need
Gettin' hotter than of boom, in my room at the Ramada
Four tanks in your memory banks to up
I provide the static, scratch to match, while you catch the vibe
can play high post, but yo that don't mean shit
Because my make a motherfucker sick
I flips, than pork, comin' 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 a beer
With air smooth, takin' niggaz loot with
Then The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap
Of are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five
Foot seven, inches in
My mission to strike mics and lighten tights
in, like lightning
Fluorescent, incandescent,
I represent, Foreign and Ill Elements
Very relevant, plus intelligently matter
That's makin' tracks fatter, revolve
Saturn like rings and brins swings when I sings with
Then distort up in face like mace
your dreams, I gasp with loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a
As I, from under blunderin' I'm not, lyrically
Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort with thought, for
the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly
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
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 and your Pictionary
Cause much affliction my diction 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 and words will just be merged
Together, damn quite clever, however
You never, can sound alike, don't be poundin' like
These, troops, who be's,
Insult ya, of culture, rhythmical vulture
ya, with Magnetic shit that's Ultra
I make MC's like a bangle
Strangle every angle, my lingo 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, value than the treasure
Baby, you say you maybe, come in to flex
Now you wonder what's