Luyện nghe bài hát Distortion To Static

Yo, I'm every MC, all in me
That's the way it is, ya gotta be
as I distort I proceed, I need
Gettin' hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the
Four tanks in your banks to fill up
I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you the vibe
Most can high post, but yo that don't mean 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 loot with
shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap
Of are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five
Foot seven, in height
My mission to strike mics and lighten your
Ridin' in, like
Fluorescent, incandescent,
I represent, Foreign and Ill Elements
relevant, plus intelligently managin matter
That's makin' fatter, revolve around
Saturn like rings and brins when I sings with bass
Then distort up in your face like
Bustin your dreams, I gasp with loaded
I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas a vaccine
As I, rocks from under blunderin' I'm not,
Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort thought, for real
It's the illest out the Phi, for Philidelph-iada-fly
Money move fakin' I isn't
can nah front, I'm poetically exquisite
Wicked, the visit while you're wonderin' what is it
Dig it, yo my um whattup for the night
[Malik be, get on the mic, get on the
Like that y'all, and yo I'm flowin', my part of the
It's goin, goin, it's gone

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