Luyện nghe bài hát Distortion To Static

Yo, I'm MC, it's 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 memory 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 shit
Because my click'll 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 a beer
With air smooth, niggaz loot with dice
Then The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap
Of are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five
Foot seven, in height
My mission to strike mics and lighten tights
Ridin' in, lightning
Fluorescent, incandescent,
I represent, Objects and Ill Elements
Very relevant, plus intelligently managin
That's makin' fatter, revolve around
Saturn like rings and brins swings I sings with bass
Then up in your face like mace
your dreams, I gasp with loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, fellas like a vaccine
As I, rocks from under blunderin' I'm not,
Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort thought, for real
It's the illest out the Phi, for Philidelph-iada-fly
Money move fakin' I isn't
Niggaz can nah front, I'm poetically
Wicked, with the while you're wonderin' what is it
Dig it, yo my mellow um 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, it's goin, it's

Now, go get your dictionary and Pictionary
Cause much affliction with my diction slips and carries
Words and hers like some in the steeple
People, there's no equal, or no
SO policies, of equalities, get
Demolished, distortion of the static's polished
of splurge and words will just be merged
Together, damn it's clever, however
You never, can sound alike, don't be poundin' like
These, troops, who be's,
Insult ya, of culture, rhythmical vulture
Approach ya, Magnetic shit that's Ultra
I make dangle like a bangle
Strangle from every angle, my lingo hingles and it
Under Kangols, nahh them niggaz don't 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 what's