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 distort I proceed, I
Gettin' hotter than sacks of boom, in my at the Ramada
Four tanks in your memory banks to up
I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the
Most can play high post, but yo that mean shit
Because my make a motherfucker sick
I flips, redder pork, comin' to New York to mix
[It's Bob Powers] With the and kicks to fix
Rhythmically, you got ta be,
Magically I appear, spark a L and a beer
With air smooth, takin' niggaz loot dice
Then shoot The Roots, poetic, kinetic
Vagabond, and various, plus rap styles
Of are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five
Foot seven, in height
My mission to strike and lighten your tights
Ridin' in, lightning
Fluorescent, incandescent,
I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill
Very relevant, plus intelligently matter
That's makin' fatter, revolve around
Saturn like rings and brins swings I sings with bass
Then distort up in your face mace
Bustin dreams, I gasp with 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 so distort with thought, for real
It's the illest out the Phi, for Philidelph-iada-fly
Money makin' move 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
Like that y'all, and yo I'm flowin', my part of the
It's goin, it's goin, gone

Now, go get your dictionary and your
Cause much affliction my diction friction slips and carries
Words and like some cattle in the steeple
People, there's no equal, or no
SO policies, of equalities, get
Demolished, distortion of the gettin' polished
Urges of splurge and words will be merged
Together, damn quite clever, however
You never, can sound alike, lyrics don't be like
These, troops, who be's,
Insult ya, of culture, rhythmical vulture
Approach ya, with Magnetic shit Ultra
I make MC's like a bangle
Strangle from every angle, my lingo and it jangles
Kangols, nahh them niggaz don't want to tangle
Cause Roots get loose, 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 in to flex
Now you wonder next