Luyện nghe bài hát Distortion To Static

Yo, I'm MC, it's all in me
That's the way it is, ya gotta be
Indeed as I I proceed, I need
Gettin' hotter sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada
Four tanks in your memory banks to up
I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you the vibe
Most can play high post, but yo that don't mean
Because my make a motherfucker sick
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 a beer
air smooth, takin' niggaz loot with 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 mics and lighten your tights
in, like lightning
Fluorescent, incandescent,
I represent, Foreign and Ill Elements
Very relevant, plus managin matter
That's makin' fatter, revolve around
like rings and brins swings 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 fellas a vaccine
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 move fakin' I isn't
Niggaz can nah front, I'm poetically
Wicked, with the visit you're wonderin' what is it
Dig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the
be, get on the mic, get on the mic]
Like 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 with my diction friction slips and carries
Words and hers like some cattle in the
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, damn quite clever, however
You never, can sound alike, don't be poundin' like
These, troops, who be's,
ya, mellow of culture, rhythmical vulture
Approach ya, Magnetic shit that's Ultra
I make MC's dangle a bangle
Strangle from every angle, my hingles and it jangles
Under Kangols, 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, more than the treasure
Baby, you say you maybe, then in to flex
Now you wonder what's