Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up your mind black people ill
Superior people use superior
We can defeat any bill at will
The hip hop nation will
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 shout out out approximately
three single words per second
I am God you are God, we are God, forget it
Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, never jet it
Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in mind
With conscience lyrical rhyme
At the end of time, be in my prime
the sign, men, rhymin
like an oratorical
I still but I'm climbin
Newsflash here's the findin
Ya whole created in ya mind and in ya heart
displays art
The highest level of mental expression, your part

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

All these motherfuckers tryin to be
with their two car garage like El DeBarge
played out, fadin out, over
Talk to ya broker, to give back that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe onto the perpetrator
Wholesome like a stealin all ya flavour
Danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin
Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya is stinkin
with the stench of a snitch information, leakin
up with 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 little bit of
Negativity will be wiped out by pain after
I find my combines mobility, creativity
positivity, purger of
to a wide vicinity, engulfin your
O me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity
I way hard you can't get wit me
or go wit me or wit me
Frankly, is wrong, people, poetry
ya little off-the-head rhyme
It's way past bedtime, for the tenth time
forget tryin ta get
I went from the park my arc in the dark
A simple spark, the Park sparked now I'm in ya heart
Everytime you 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
Like the TAT crew I terrorise your
is what I hear
when you shout your into the atmosphere
The master's here!

(x2)

Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken,
I see my schedule it's
I can move around like ya booty ass sound, beginner
What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Night winner?
Now the you retrudge
Don't you know I am that lyrical keeper
You'll get railed like the
No peep tha, no mine, no peep this hard style
that keeps the party like a foetus, meanwhile
you hold your head, you can't belive godchild
*?sins?* recommend ya and because you're not fertile
or fertile "fertil"}
Your slow like a turtle
Yeah my picture you circle from papers and
Without rehearsal, is first all?* is the worst
I verse, I sua
Into a million
in Tiananmen
Willing and start illing, comin the ceiling
Enough of reteric let's start building