Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up your mind black it's ill
Superior people use superior
We can any congressional bill at will
The hip hop nation will
all problems in society inner city philosophy
The hip hop in me must come out or die to in me no doubt
Executed
I bigin to shout out out approximately
three single syllable per second
I am God you are God, we are God, forget it
Time to it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it
Like a shot to ya I'm embedded in your mind
With constant conscience rhyme
At the end of time, be in my prime
Read the sign, men,
like an oratorical
I look still but I'm
here's the latest findin
Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya
displays art
The highest of mental expression, play your part

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

All these motherfuckers to be large
with their two car garage like El DeBarge
It's played out, out, over
Talk to ya broker, time to give that Range Rover, soldier!
I ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator
like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour
Danger danger ya rearrange ya thinkin
Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is
with the stench of a with information, leakin
linkin up the enemies of Kris speakin
But I'm in 1999
feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and mind
Rewind cos I got a bit of time
Negativity will be wiped out by pain turpentine
I my rhymes combines mobility, creativity
positivity, purger of
to a wide vicinity, your facility
O me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity
I rock way hard you get wit me
or go wit me or wit me
Frankly, this is wrong, people,
Forget ya little rhyme
way past your bedtime, for the tenth time
forget tryin ta get
I from the park with my arc in the dark
A spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart
Everytime you I'm comin one way, I come another way
If you got no fly rhymes, say today
Run away, run away, run away....little boy
Like the TAT I terrorise your toys
is what I hear
when you shout your rhyme the atmosphere
The blast here!

(x2)

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