Luyện nghe bài hát Distortion To Static

Yo, I'm every MC, all in me
the way it is, when ya gotta be
Indeed as I I proceed, I need
Gettin' than sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada
Four tanks in memory banks to fill up
I the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe
Most can play high post, but yo that don't shit
Because my click'll make a motherfucker
I flips, redder pork, comin' to New York to mix
[It's Bob Powers] With the snares and to fix
Rhythmically, you got ta be,
I appear, spark a L and drink a beer
With air smooth, takin' niggaz with dice
shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap
Of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and
Foot seven, in height
My to strike mics and lighten your tights
in, like lightning
Fluorescent, incandescent,
I represent, Objects and Ill Elements
Very relevant, intelligently managin matter
That's makin' fatter, revolve around
Saturn like rings and brins swings I sings with bass
Then up in your face like mace
Bustin your dreams, I gasp loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, fellas like a vaccine
As I, rocks under blunderin' I'm not, lyrically
Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort thought, for real
It's the out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly
Money makin' fakin' I isn't
Niggaz can nah front, I'm poetically
Wicked, with the visit while you're what is it
Dig it, yo my mellow um for the night
be, get on the mic, get on the mic]
Like that y'all, and yo I'm flowin', my of the song
goin, it's goin, it's gone

Now, go get your and your Pictionary
Cause much affliction with my friction slips and carries
and hers like some cattle in the steeple
People, no equal, or no sequel
SO policies, of equalities, get
Demolished, distortion of the static's polished
of splurge and words will just be merged
Together, damn it's quite clever,
You never, can sound alike, lyrics be poundin' like
These, troops, who be's,
ya, mellow of culture, rhythmical vulture
Approach ya, with Magnetic shit Ultra
I make MC's dangle like a
Strangle every angle, my lingo hingles and it jangles
Under Kangols, them niggaz don't want to tangle
Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like the
To be particular, extra-curricular, for
Measure, in any weather, value more than the
Baby, you say you maybe, come in to flex
Now you what's next