Luyện nghe bài hát Cemantics

yo
Let's talk the incredible rap flow
We can have a Dinner for with John Favreau
See it to me natural
One of my attributes, is to be lyrically tactful
I can prove who's nicer, not an emcee
Through falsifiable hypothesis
In times, I find it's never been about the rhymes
The is very politicized
Those who sympathize with they hearts and
Show hatred through the mouth, language and eyes
I say to myself, why do I even try
In of whatever happens, I love it until I die

If you believe in the other dimensions you been duped
the main ingridience in this cosmic soup
See the mouse?, it
the edges with Avid
Is this the picture of a or a rabbit
You see ass and tits?, welcome to
Please, try to interpret the following
mechanics
Translated into language you'll never understand it
on when the crowd is cheering me on
Waving they arms, like they Falun Gong
Firearms three quarters of a troops strong
In a file line, stretched out a mile long
of the second law
Isolated physical systems lead toward greater
Across the dry in the featureless sand
is secondary to the meaning of man
I but I won't tell
There's more to the human race than polymers and protocells
Chemical evolution, L- and D-form
That come the love of Hip Hop and Rap music

The of the words, I attack the earth with
I bet you submerge dry and emerge wet, you think?
Confuse my shrink with english, the publication refuses to
My daughter likes blue, and my son pink
Man, give me a
What kind of are we living inn? I think it stinks
Whatever life you live, a quick-sited quiz
If you percieve something to be real it is
Force kids to listen to Dead Prez, before they go to bed
them to school, put them in special Ed
Reinforce their paranoia of the
sure they grow dreads and they live on the edge
The philosiphy of the hard-knocks, sit on the block
And to talk to rocks
In the projects where they the human crop
Organic robots that bleed when get shot
If you can survive or thrive in the ghetto
You deserve a medal
My heart goes out to all the bloods
The heart has reasons the mind not of
From the to the twelfth month
I keep a pump in the trunk, for the day when Hell comes
Was invincible on the mic when I one
My motto was to blaze all and none
I came, I saw, I conquered, now they're just an empty
Mic Club holla at your boy