Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up your mind black it's ill
Superior people use skill
We can any congressional 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
properly
I bigin to out splat out approximately
three single syllable per second
like I am God you are God, we are God, it
Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll jet it
Like a shot to ya I'm embedded in your mind
constant conscience lyrical rhyme
At the end of time, be in my prime
Read the sign, men,
an oratorical shymin
I look still but I'm
Newsflash here's the latest
Ya environment created in ya mind and in ya heart
Hip-hop art
The highest level of mental expression, play part

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

All these tryin to be large
with their two car just like El DeBarge
played out, fadin out, over
Talk to ya broker, time to back that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe onto the hip-hop
Wholesome a neighbour stealin all ya flavour
Danger danger ya better rearrange ya
Check what you and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin
with the stench of a snitch with information,
linkin up with the enemies of speakin
But I'm already in
feelin fine while MCs will 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 rhymes combines mobility,
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, this is wrong, people,
Forget ya off-the-head rhyme
It's way your bedtime, for the tenth time
forget ta get mine
I went from the park with my arc in the
A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya
Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I another way
If you got no fly rhymes, say today
Run away, run away, run away....little boy
Like the TAT I terrorise your toys
Noise is I hear
you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere
The blast here!

(x2)

Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken,
I see my schedule open-ended
I can somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner
What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night
Now the teacher you
Don't you know I am that gate keeper
get railed like the sleeper
No tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style
that keeps the party floatin like a foetus,
you hold your head, you can't belive this
This *?sins?* recommend ya and you're not fertile
or fertile "fertil"}
Your reflex's slow like a
Yeah my picture you circle from and journals
Without rehearsal, is first all?* is the worst
I verse, I sua
a million children
in Tiananmen
Willing and illing, comin thru the ceiling
Enough of this reteric start building