Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up mind black people it's ill
Superior people use skill
We can defeat any congressional at will
The hip hop nation will
all in society with inner city philosophy
The hip hop in me come out or die to lock in me no doubt
Executed
I to shout out splat out approximately
three single syllable words per
like I am God you are God, we are God, it
Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, never jet it
Like a shot to ya I'm embedded in your mind
With 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 latest
Ya whole environment in ya mind and in ya heart
displays art
The highest of mental expression, play your part

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

All these motherfuckers tryin to be
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 ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator
Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya
Danger danger ya rearrange ya thinkin
Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is
with the stench of a with information, leakin
linkin up with the enemies of 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 wiped out by pain after
I find my combines mobility, creativity
positivity, of sensibility
to a vicinity, engulfin your facility
O silly me, killin me I begin to see stupidity
I rock way you can't get wit me
or go wit me or wit me
Frankly, is wrong, people, poetry
Forget ya off-the-head rhyme
It's way your bedtime, for the tenth time
forget ta get mine
I went from the with my arc in the dark
A spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart
Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I come 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 what I
you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere
The blast here!

(x2)

Now which motherfucker wants title tooken, defended
I see my schedule open-ended
I can move somethin around like ya 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 hard style
that keeps the party floatin like a foetus,
you your head, you can't belive this godchild
This *?sins?* recommend ya and because not fertile
or {pronounced "fertil"}
reflex's slow like a turtle
Yeah my picture you circle papers and journals
Without rehearsal, *?mic is all?* is the worst
I verse, I sua
Into a million
in buildings
Willing and start illing, comin thru the
Enough of this reteric let's start