Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

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

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

All these tryin to be large
with their two car garage just El DeBarge
It's played out, fadin out,
Talk to ya broker, time to give that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe the hip-hop perpetrator
like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour
Danger danger ya better ya thinkin
Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya is stinkin
with the of a snitch with 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 be wiped out by pain after turpentine
I my rhymes combines mobility, creativity
positivity, of sensibility
to a wide vicinity, engulfin 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, is wrong, people, poetry
Forget ya little rhyme
It's way past your bedtime, for the tenth
forget tryin ta get
I went from the park with my arc in the
A simple spark, the little sparked 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 terrorise toys
is what I hear
when you shout rhyme into the atmosphere
The blast here!

(x2)

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