Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up your mind 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 must come out or die to lock in me no
Executed
I to shout out splat out approximately
three single syllable 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
Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your
constant conscience lyrical rhyme
At the end of time, I'll be in my
Read the sign, men,
an oratorical shymin
I still but I'm climbin
Newsflash here's the findin
Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya
Hip-hop art
The highest level of expression, play your part

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

All motherfuckers tryin to be large
with their two car garage just El DeBarge
played out, fadin out, over
Talk to ya broker, time to give back Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe onto the hip-hop
Wholesome like a neighbour all ya flavour
Danger danger ya better rearrange ya
Check you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin
with the of a snitch with information, leakin
linkin up with the enemies of speakin
But I'm in 1999
feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta
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 wide vicinity, engulfin your
O silly me, me I begin to see your stupidity
I way hard you can't get wit me
or go wit me or wit me
Frankly, this is wrong, people,
Forget ya little rhyme
It's way past your bedtime, for the time
forget ta get mine
I went the park with my arc in the dark
A simple spark, the little Park now I'm in ya heart
Everytime you 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 terrorise toys
Noise is what I
when you your rhyme into the atmosphere
The blast here!

(x2)

Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken,
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 that lyrical 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 can't belive godchild
This *?sins?* ya and because you're not fertile
or fertile "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 Tiananmen
Willing and start illing, comin the ceiling
Enough of this reteric let's building