Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up your mind people it's ill
Superior people use skill
We can any congressional bill at will
The hip hop nation prevail
all problems in society inner city philosophy
The hip hop in me must come out or die to lock in me no
Executed
I bigin to shout out splat out
three single words per second
I am God you are God, we are God, forget it
Time to it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it
Like a shot to ya I'm embedded in your mind
With constant conscience rhyme
At the end of time, be in my prime
Read the sign, men,
like an shymin
I look but I'm climbin
Newsflash the latest findin
Ya environment created in ya mind and in ya heart
Hip-hop art
The level of mental expression, play your part

I'm the intelligent on the mic (x3)
Everybody

All these motherfuckers tryin to be
with their two car garage just El DeBarge
It's played out, out, over
Talk to ya broker, to give back that Range Rover, soldier!
I ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator
like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour
Danger danger ya better rearrange ya
what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin
with the stench of a with information, leakin
linkin up with the enemies of speakin
But I'm in 1999
feelin fine while most MCs be out of sight and outta mind
Rewind cos I got a bit of time
Negativity will be wiped out by after turpentine
I find my rhymes mobility, creativity
positivity, of sensibility
to a wide vicinity, engulfin facility
O silly me, me I begin to see your stupidity
I rock way you can't get wit me
or go wit me or wit me
Frankly, this is wrong, people,
Forget ya off-the-head rhyme
way past your bedtime, for the tenth time
forget ta get mine
I went the park with my arc in the dark
A simple spark, the little sparked now I'm in ya heart
Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I another way
If you got no fly rhymes, say today
Run away, run away, run away....little boy
Like the TAT crew I terrorise toys
is what I hear
when you shout your into the atmosphere
The blast here!

(x2)

Now which motherfucker wants title tooken, defended
I see my it's open-ended
I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound,
What You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner?
Now the you retrudge
Don't you know I am lyrical gate keeper
You'll get railed the sleeper
No tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style
that keeps the floatin like a foetus, meanwhile
you hold your head, you can't this godchild
This *?sins?* ya and because you're not fertile
or {pronounced "fertil"}
Your reflex's slow a turtle
Yeah my you circle from papers and journals
Without rehearsal, *?mic is all?* is the worst
I verse, I sua
Into a million
in Tiananmen
Willing and start illing, comin thru the
Enough of this reteric let's building