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 distort I proceed, I
Gettin' hotter than sacks of boom, in my at the Ramada
Four tanks in your banks to fill up
I the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe
Most can play high post, but yo that mean shit
Because my click'll make a motherfucker
I flips, redder than pork, to New York to mix
[It's Bob Powers] 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
Then shoot The Roots, poetic, kinetic
Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap
Of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and
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 managin matter
That's makin' tracks fatter, around
Saturn rings and brins swings when I sings with bass
Then up in your face like mace
your dreams, I gasp with loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a
As I, rocks from blunderin' I'm not, lyrically
Ya getm, shot, get so distort with thought, for real
the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly
Money move fakin' I isn't
can nah front, I'm poetically exquisite
Wicked, with the visit while you're wonderin' is it
Dig it, yo my mellow um for the night
[Malik be, get on the mic, get on the
Like that y'all, and yo I'm flowin', my part of the
goin, it's goin, it's gone

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