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
as I distort I proceed, I need
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 post, but yo that don't mean shit
Because my click'll make a motherfucker
I flips, redder 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, a L and drink a beer
air smooth, takin' niggaz loot with dice
Then The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabond, versatile and various, rap styles
Of are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five
Foot seven, inches in
My mission to strike and lighten your tights
Ridin' in, like
Fluorescent, incandescent,
I represent, Objects and Ill Elements
Very relevant, plus managin matter
That's makin' fatter, revolve around
Saturn like rings and brins swings when I sings with
distort up in your face like mace
Bustin your dreams, I gasp loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a
As I, rocks under blunderin' I'm not, lyrically
Ya getm, shot, get so distort with thought, for real
the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly
Money makin' move I isn't
can nah front, I'm poetically exquisite
Wicked, with the visit while you're wonderin' is it
Dig it, yo my um whattup for the night
be, get on the mic, get on the mic]
Like that y'all, and yo I'm flowin', my of the song
goin, it's goin, it's gone

Now, go get dictionary and your Pictionary
much affliction with my diction friction slips and carries
Words and hers some cattle in the steeple
People, no equal, or no sequel
SO policies, of equalities, get
Demolished, distortion of the static's polished
Urges of splurge and words just be merged
Together, damn quite clever, however
You never, can sound alike, lyrics don't be poundin'
These, troops, who be's,
ya, mellow of culture, rhythmical vulture
Approach ya, with shit that's Ultra
I make dangle like a bangle
Strangle from every angle, my hingles and it jangles
Under Kangols, nahh them niggaz don't to tangle
Cause Roots get loose, negroes get like the mango
To be particular, extra-curricular, for
Measure, in any weather, value more the treasure
Baby, you say you maybe, then come in to
Now you what's next