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 sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada
Four tanks in your banks to fill up
I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the
Most can play high post, but yo that don't mean
my click'll make a motherfucker sick
I flips, redder than pork, comin' to New to mix
[It's Bob Powers] the snares and kicks to fix
Rhythmically, you got ta be,
I appear, spark a L and drink a beer
With air smooth, niggaz loot with dice
Then The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap
Of mine are blunt, is in the mind, so I'm fine and five
Foot seven, inches in
My mission to strike mics and lighten your
Ridin' in, lightning
Fluorescent, incandescent,
I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill
Very relevant, plus intelligently managin
That's makin' tracks fatter, around
Saturn like rings and swings when I sings with bass
Then distort up in your like mace
Bustin your dreams, I gasp loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a
As I, rocks from under I'm not, lyrically
Ya getm, shot, get so distort with thought, for real
It's the out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly
Money makin' move fakin' I
Niggaz can nah front, I'm exquisite
Wicked, with the visit while you're wonderin' is it
Dig it, yo my um whattup for the night
[Malik be, get on the mic, get on the
Like y'all, and yo I'm flowin', my part of the song
goin, it's goin, it's gone

Now, go get your dictionary and Pictionary
Cause much affliction my diction friction slips 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 gettin'
Urges of 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, with Magnetic shit that's
I make dangle like a bangle
Strangle from every angle, my lingo and it jangles
Under Kangols, nahh them don't want to tangle
Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like 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 wonder what's