Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up your black people it's ill
Superior use superior skill
We can defeat any bill at will
The hip hop nation prevail
all in society with inner city philosophy
The hip hop in me come out or die to lock in me no doubt
properly
I bigin to out splat out approximately
three single words per second
like I am God you are God, we are God, it
Time to it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it
Like a shot to ya head I'm in your mind
With constant conscience lyrical
At the end of time, I'll be in my
the sign, men, rhymin
like an oratorical
I still but I'm climbin
Newsflash the latest findin
Ya whole environment in ya mind and in ya heart
displays art
The highest level of mental expression, play your

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

All these tryin to be large
with two car garage just like El DeBarge
played out, fadin out, over
Talk to ya broker, to give back that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe onto the perpetrator
Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya
Danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin
Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya is stinkin
with the of a snitch with information, leakin
up with the enemies of Kris speakin
But I'm in 1999
feelin fine while most MCs be out of sight and outta mind
Rewind cos I got a little bit of
Negativity be wiped out by pain after turpentine
I find my rhymes combines mobility,
positivity, purger of
to a wide vicinity, your facility
O silly me, killin me I to see your stupidity
I way hard you can't get wit me
or go wit me or wit me
Frankly, this is wrong, people,
Forget ya little rhyme
It's way your bedtime, for the tenth time
forget tryin ta get
I from the park with my arc in the dark
A spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart
Everytime you I'm comin one way, I come 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
Noise is what I
you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere
The blast here!

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Now which wants their title tooken, defended
I see my schedule open-ended
I can move somethin around like ya 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 hard style
that the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile
you hold your head, you belive this godchild
This *?sins?* ya and because you're not fertile
or fertile "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
Into a children
in Tiananmen
Willing and start illing, comin thru the
Enough of this let's start building