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 room at the
Four in your memory banks to fill up
I the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe
Most can play high post, but yo that don't shit
my click'll make a motherfucker sick
I flips, than pork, comin' to New York to mix
[It's Bob Powers] With the snares and to fix
Rhythmically, you got ta be,
Magically I appear, spark a L and drink a
With air smooth, niggaz loot with dice
Then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously
Vagabond, versatile and various, rap styles
Of are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five
Foot seven, in height
My to strike mics and lighten your tights
Ridin' in, lightning
Fluorescent, incandescent,
I represent, Foreign and Ill Elements
Very relevant, plus intelligently matter
That's tracks fatter, revolve around
Saturn like rings and swings when I sings with bass
Then up in your face like mace
Bustin your dreams, I with loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas a vaccine
As I, rocks under blunderin' I'm not, lyrically
Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort thought, for real
It's the illest out the Phi, for Philidelph-iada-fly
Money makin' fakin' I isn't
Niggaz can nah front, I'm exquisite
Wicked, with the visit while wonderin' what is it
Dig it, yo my mellow um for the night
[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 with 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'
of splurge and words will just be merged
Together, damn it's quite clever,
You never, can sound alike, lyrics be poundin' like
These, troops, who be's,
Insult ya, mellow of culture, rhythmical
Approach ya, with shit that's Ultra
I make dangle like a bangle
Strangle every angle, my lingo hingles and it jangles
Under Kangols, nahh them niggaz don't want to
Cause get loose, negroes get juiced like the mango
To be particular, extra-curricular, for
Measure, in any weather, value than the treasure
Baby, you say you maybe, then in to flex
Now you wonder what's