Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up your mind black it's ill
people use superior skill
We can defeat any congressional bill at
The hip hop nation prevail
all problems in with inner city philosophy
The hip hop in me come out or die to lock in me no doubt
properly
I bigin to shout out splat out
three single syllable per second
like I am God you are God, we are God, it
Time to sell it in a 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, I'll be in my
Read the sign, men,
like an shymin
I look but I'm climbin
Newsflash here's the findin
Ya whole created in ya mind and in ya heart
displays art
The highest level of mental expression, play part

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

All these motherfuckers to be large
with their two car garage just like El
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
like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour
Danger danger ya better rearrange ya
Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is
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 will be out of sight and mind
cos I got a little bit of time
Negativity will be wiped out by after turpentine
I find my rhymes combines mobility,
positivity, purger of
to a wide vicinity, engulfin your
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, is wrong, people, poetry
Forget ya little off-the-head
It's way your bedtime, for the tenth time
forget tryin ta get
I went from the 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 ain't got no fly rhymes, say
Run away, run away, run away....little boy
Like the TAT I terrorise your toys
Noise is what I
when you shout your rhyme into the
The master's here!

(x2)

Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken,
I see my schedule open-ended
I can move around like ya booty ass sound, beginner
happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner?
Now the you retrudge
Don't you I am that 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 head, you can't belive this godchild
This *?sins?* ya and because you're not fertile
or fertile "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 illing, comin thru the ceiling
Enough of this let's start building