Luyện nghe bài hát Distortion To Static

Yo, I'm every MC, all in me
That's the way it is, when ya be
Indeed as I I proceed, I need
Gettin' hotter than sacks of boom, in my at the Ramada
Four tanks in memory banks to fill up
I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you the vibe
Most can play 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 With the snares and kicks to fix
Rhythmically, you got ta be,
Magically I appear, spark a L and drink a
With air smooth, takin' niggaz loot 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
seven, inches in height
My mission to strike mics and lighten your
in, like lightning
Fluorescent, incandescent,
I represent, Objects and Ill Elements
Very relevant, plus intelligently managin
That's makin' tracks fatter, around
Saturn like rings and brins when I sings with bass
Then distort up in your like mace
Bustin your dreams, I with loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, re-color like a vaccine
As I, rocks from blunderin' I'm not, lyrically
Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort with thought, for
It's the illest out the Phi, short for
Money makin' fakin' I isn't
Niggaz can nah front, I'm 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
that y'all, and yo I'm flowin', my part of the song
It's goin, it's goin, it's

Now, go get your dictionary and your
Cause much affliction with my friction slips and carries
Words and hers like cattle in the steeple
People, there's no equal, or no
SO policies, of equalities, get
Demolished, distortion of the static's gettin'
Urges of and words will just be merged
Together, damn quite clever, however
You never, can sound alike, lyrics don't be like
These, troops, who be's,
Insult ya, mellow of culture, rhythmical
Approach ya, with Magnetic shit Ultra
I MC's dangle like a bangle
Strangle every angle, my lingo hingles and it jangles
Under Kangols, nahh them niggaz want to tangle
Roots get loose, negroes get juiced 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 what's