Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up mind black people it's ill
Superior people use skill
We can any congressional bill at will
The hip hop nation prevail
all problems in society 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
I am God you are God, we are God, forget it
Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll jet it
Like a shot to ya head I'm in your mind
With conscience lyrical rhyme
At the end of time, be in my prime
the sign, men, rhymin
like an shymin
I look still but I'm
Newsflash here's the latest
Ya whole environment created in ya and in ya heart
displays art
The highest of mental expression, play your part

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

All these motherfuckers tryin to be
with two car garage just like El DeBarge
It's played out, fadin out,
Talk to ya broker, to give back that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe the hip-hop perpetrator
Wholesome like a neighbour all ya flavour
Danger danger ya better ya thinkin
Check you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin
with the of a snitch with information, leakin
up with the enemies of Kris speakin
But I'm already in
feelin fine while most MCs be out of sight and outta mind
cos I got a little bit of time
Negativity will be out by pain after turpentine
I find my combines mobility, creativity
positivity, of sensibility
to a wide vicinity, engulfin facility
O silly me, me I begin to see your stupidity
I rock way 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 time
forget tryin ta get
I from the park with my arc in the dark
A simple spark, the little sparked now I'm in ya heart
Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I 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 what I
when you shout rhyme into the atmosphere
The master's here!

(x2)

Now which wants their title tooken, defended
I see my it's open-ended
I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound,
What happened? You couldn't be an Amatuer Night winner?
Now the teacher you
Don't you I am that lyrical gate keeper
You'll get railed like the
No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this style
that keeps the party floatin a foetus, meanwhile
you hold your head, you belive this godchild
This recommend ya and because you're not fertile
or fertile "fertil"}
Your reflex's like a turtle
Yeah my picture you circle from and journals
Without rehearsal, is first all?* is the worst
I verse, I sua
Into a million
in buildings
and start illing, comin thru the ceiling
Enough of this let's start building