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
hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada
Four tanks in your banks to fill up
I the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe
can play high post, but yo that don't mean shit
Because my click'll make a sick
I flips, than pork, comin' to New York to mix
[It's Bob Powers] With the and kicks to fix
Rhythmically, you got ta be,
I appear, spark a L and drink a beer
With air smooth, takin' niggaz loot dice
Then The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabond, and various, plus rap styles
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, Foreign Objects and Ill
Very relevant, intelligently managin matter
That's tracks fatter, revolve around
Saturn like rings and swings when I sings with bass
Then distort up in face like mace
Bustin your dreams, I with loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a
As I, rocks under blunderin' I'm not, lyrically
Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort with thought, for
It's the illest out the Phi, for Philidelph-iada-fly
Money move fakin' I isn't
Niggaz can nah front, I'm poetically
Wicked, with the visit while you're wonderin' 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 dictionary and your Pictionary
Cause much affliction with my diction friction and carries
Words and hers some cattle in the steeple
People, there's no equal, or no
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 don't be like
These, troops, who be's,
Insult ya, of culture, rhythmical vulture
Approach ya, Magnetic shit that's Ultra
I make dangle like a bangle
Strangle from angle, my lingo hingles and it jangles
Under Kangols, nahh them niggaz don't want to
Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced the mango
To be particular, extra-curricular, for
Measure, in any weather, value more than the
Baby, you say you maybe, then come in to
Now you what's next