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 will prevail
all problems in society with city philosophy
The hip hop in me must come out or die to in me no doubt
Executed
I bigin to out splat out approximately
single syllable words per second
like I am God you are God, we are God, it
to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it
Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your
With constant conscience rhyme
At the end of time, I'll be in my
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 highest level of expression, play your part

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

All motherfuckers tryin to be large
with their two car garage like El DeBarge
played out, fadin out, over
Talk to ya broker, time to back that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe onto the perpetrator
Wholesome a neighbour stealin all ya flavour
Danger danger ya better rearrange ya
Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya is stinkin
with the of a snitch with information, leakin
linkin up with the of Kris speakin
But I'm in 1999
feelin fine while most MCs be out of sight and outta mind
cos I got a little bit of time
Negativity be wiped out by pain after turpentine
I my rhymes combines mobility, creativity
positivity, purger of
to a vicinity, engulfin your facility
O me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity
I rock way hard you get wit me
or go wit me or wit me
Frankly, is wrong, people, poetry
Forget ya off-the-head rhyme
It's way 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
you think 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 your toys
Noise is what I
when you your rhyme into the atmosphere
The blast here!

(x2)

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