Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up your black people it's ill
Superior use superior skill
We can defeat any congressional at will
The hip hop nation will
all problems in society with inner city
The hip hop in me must come out or die to in me no doubt
properly
I bigin to shout out out approximately
three single syllable per second
like I am God you are God, we are God, it
Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll jet it
Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your
With conscience lyrical rhyme
At the end of time, be in my prime
Read the sign, men,
like an oratorical
I look still but I'm
Newsflash the latest findin
Ya whole environment in ya mind and in ya heart
Hip-hop art
The highest level of mental expression, play part

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

All motherfuckers tryin to be large
their two car garage just like El DeBarge
It's played out, out, over
to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe the hip-hop perpetrator
Wholesome like a neighbour all ya flavour
Danger danger ya better rearrange ya
what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin
with the stench of a snitch information, leakin
linkin up with the enemies of speakin
But I'm in 1999
fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind
Rewind cos I got a bit of time
Negativity will be wiped out by pain turpentine
I my rhymes combines mobility, creativity
positivity, purger of
to a vicinity, engulfin your facility
O silly me, killin me I to see your stupidity
I rock way hard you get wit me
or go wit me or wit me
Frankly, this is wrong, people,
Forget ya little rhyme
It's way past your bedtime, for the tenth
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 one way, I come another way
If you ain't got no fly rhymes, say
Run away, run away, run away....little boy
Like the TAT crew I your toys
Noise is what I
when you shout your rhyme the atmosphere
The blast here!

(x2)

Now which motherfucker their title tooken, defended
I see my schedule it's
I can somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner
What happened? You be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner?
Now the teacher you
Don't you know I am that lyrical keeper
get railed like the sleeper
No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard
that the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile
you hold your head, you can't this godchild
This *?sins?* recommend ya and because you're not
or {pronounced "fertil"}
Your slow like a turtle
Yeah my picture you circle papers and journals
Without rehearsal, *?mic is first is the worst
I verse, I sua
a million children
in buildings
Willing and start illing, comin the ceiling
Enough of this reteric start building