Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

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

I'm the wise on the mic (x3)
knows

All these motherfuckers tryin to be
with their two car garage like El DeBarge
It's out, fadin out, over
Talk to ya broker, time to back that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe onto the hip-hop
Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya
Danger danger ya rearrange ya thinkin
Check what you and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin
with the of a snitch with information, leakin
linkin up the enemies of Kris speakin
But I'm already in
feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and mind
cos I got a little bit of time
Negativity will be wiped out by pain turpentine
I my rhymes combines mobility, creativity
positivity, of sensibility
to a vicinity, engulfin your facility
O silly me, killin me I begin to see stupidity
I way hard you can't get wit me
or go wit me or wit me
Frankly, is wrong, people, poetry
Forget ya little rhyme
way past your bedtime, for the tenth time
forget tryin ta get
I from the park with my arc in the dark
A simple spark, the little Park 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
the TAT crew I terrorise your toys
Noise is I hear
when you shout rhyme into the atmosphere
The blast here!

(x2)

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