Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up mind black people it's ill
Superior use superior skill
We can defeat any congressional bill at
The hip hop nation will
all problems in with inner city philosophy
The hip hop in me must out or die to lock in me no doubt
Executed
I bigin to shout out out approximately
single syllable words per second
like I am God you are God, we are God, it
Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll jet it
Like a shot to ya head I'm in your mind
With constant conscience lyrical
At the end of time, I'll be in my
Read the sign, men,
an oratorical shymin
I look still but I'm
here's the latest findin
Ya whole environment in ya mind and in ya heart
displays art
The highest of mental expression, play your part

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

All these motherfuckers to be large
with their two car garage just El DeBarge
It's out, fadin out, over
Talk to ya broker, to give back that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe the hip-hop perpetrator
Wholesome 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 snitch with information,
linkin up with the of Kris speakin
But I'm already in
feelin fine while most MCs will be out of and outta mind
Rewind cos I got a little bit of
Negativity will be wiped out by pain after
I find my rhymes mobility, creativity
positivity, of sensibility
to a wide vicinity, engulfin your
O silly me, killin me I begin to see stupidity
I rock way you can't get wit me
or go wit me or wit me
Frankly, is wrong, people, poetry
Forget ya little off-the-head
It's way past bedtime, for the tenth time
forget ta get mine
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 ain't got no fly rhymes, say
Run away, run away, run away....little boy
Like the TAT crew I terrorise toys
Noise is what I
when you shout your into the atmosphere
The blast here!

(x2)

Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken,
I see my schedule open-ended
I can move somethin around like ya ass sound, beginner
What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo 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 peep hard style
keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile
you hold your head, you belive this godchild
*?sins?* recommend ya and because you're not fertile
or {pronounced "fertil"}
reflex's slow like a turtle
Yeah my you circle from papers and journals
Without rehearsal, *?mic is all?* is the worst
I verse, I sua
Into a children
in Tiananmen
Willing and illing, comin thru the ceiling
Enough of reteric let's start building