Luyện nghe bài hát Distortion To Static

Yo, I'm MC, it's all in me
That's the way it is, when ya be
as I distort I proceed, I need
Gettin' hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the
tanks in your memory banks to fill up
I provide the static, scratch to match, while you catch the vibe
Most can play high post, but yo that mean shit
Because my click'll a motherfucker sick
I flips, redder than pork, to New York to mix
Bob Powers] With the snares and kicks to fix
Rhythmically, you got ta be,
I appear, spark a L and drink a beer
With air smooth, niggaz loot with dice
Then The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabond, and various, plus rap styles
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 your
Ridin' in, lightning
Fluorescent, incandescent,
I represent, Objects and Ill Elements
Very relevant, plus intelligently matter
That's tracks fatter, revolve around
Saturn like rings and brins swings when I with bass
Then up in your face like mace
Bustin 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 caught so distort with thought, for
It's the out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly
Money makin' fakin' I isn't
Niggaz can nah front, I'm exquisite
Wicked, with the visit you're wonderin' what is it
Dig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the
[Malik be, get on the mic, get on the
that y'all, and yo I'm flowin', my part of the song
It's goin, it's goin, gone

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