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
Four tanks in your memory to fill up
I provide the static, with to match, while you catch the vibe
Most can high post, but yo that don't mean shit
Because my click'll make a motherfucker
I flips, redder than pork, comin' to New to mix
[It's Bob Powers] the snares and kicks to fix
Rhythmically, you got ta be,
Magically I appear, a L and drink a beer
With air smooth, takin' loot with dice
Then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously
Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap
Of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm and five
Foot seven, inches in
My mission to strike mics and lighten tights
Ridin' in, lightning
Fluorescent, incandescent,
I represent, Objects and Ill Elements
Very relevant, plus intelligently managin
That's tracks fatter, revolve around
Saturn like rings and swings when I sings with bass
Then distort up in your face like
Bustin dreams, I gasp with loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas a vaccine
As I, rocks under 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
makin' move 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 um whattup for the night
[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, goin, it's gone

Now, go get your and your Pictionary
Cause much affliction with my diction slips and carries
Words and hers like some in the steeple
People, no equal, or no sequel
SO policies, of equalities, get
Demolished, of the static's gettin' polished
Urges of splurge and words just be merged
Together, it's quite clever, however
You never, can sound alike, lyrics be poundin' like
These, troops, who be's,
Insult ya, of culture, rhythmical vulture
Approach ya, with Magnetic that's Ultra
I make MC's dangle a bangle
Strangle every angle, my lingo hingles and it jangles
Under Kangols, them niggaz 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 the treasure
Baby, you say you maybe, then come in to
Now you wonder next