Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up your black people it's ill
people use superior skill
We can defeat any bill at will
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
Executed
I bigin to shout out splat out
three single syllable words per
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 embedded in your
constant conscience lyrical rhyme
At the end of time, be in my prime
the sign, men, rhymin
like an shymin
I still but I'm climbin
Newsflash the latest findin
Ya whole environment in ya mind and in ya heart
displays art
The level of mental expression, play your part

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

All these motherfuckers to be large
with their two car garage like El DeBarge
It's played out, fadin out,
Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe onto the perpetrator
Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya
Danger danger ya better ya thinkin
Check you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin
with the stench of a snitch with information,
linkin up the enemies of Kris speakin
But I'm already in
feelin fine while MCs will be out of sight and outta mind
Rewind cos I got a bit of time
Negativity will be out by pain after turpentine
I find my rhymes mobility, creativity
positivity, of sensibility
to a wide vicinity, engulfin your
O silly me, killin me I begin to see 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 ta get mine
I went from the park 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 ain't got no fly rhymes, say
Run away, run away, run away....little boy
the TAT crew I terrorise your toys
Noise is I hear
you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere
The master's here!

(x2)

Now which motherfucker their title tooken, defended
I see my schedule open-ended
I can move somethin around ya booty ass sound, beginner
What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer winner?
Now the teacher you
Don't you know I am lyrical gate keeper
You'll get like the sleeper
No peep tha, no peep mine, no this hard style
that keeps the floatin like a foetus, meanwhile
you hold your head, you belive this godchild
*?sins?* recommend ya and because you're not fertile
or {pronounced "fertil"}
Your reflex's slow like a
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