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
hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada
Four tanks in your memory to fill up
I provide the static, with scratch to match, you catch the vibe
Most can play high post, but yo that don't mean
my click'll make a motherfucker sick
I flips, redder than pork, to New York 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, takin' niggaz loot dice
Then The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabond, versatile and various, rap styles
Of mine are blunt, is in the mind, so I'm fine and five
Foot seven, in height
My mission to strike mics and lighten your
Ridin' in, lightning
Fluorescent, incandescent,
I represent, Objects and Ill Elements
Very relevant, intelligently managin matter
That's tracks fatter, revolve around
Saturn like rings and brins swings when I sings with
distort up in your face like mace
Bustin dreams, I gasp with loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, re-color like a vaccine
As I, rocks from under blunderin' I'm not,
Ya getm, shot, get so distort with thought, for real
It's the illest out the Phi, for Philidelph-iada-fly
makin' move fakin' I isn't
Niggaz can nah front, I'm exquisite
Wicked, with the visit while wonderin' what 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
It's goin, goin, it's gone

Now, go get your and your Pictionary
Cause much affliction my diction 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'
of splurge and words will just be merged
Together, it's quite clever, however
You never, can sound alike, lyrics don't be like
These, troops, who be's,
ya, mellow of culture, rhythmical vulture
Approach ya, with shit that's Ultra
I make MC's dangle like a
Strangle from every angle, my lingo and it jangles
Under Kangols, nahh niggaz don't want to tangle
Cause 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 in to flex
Now you wonder next