Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up your mind people it's ill
Superior people use superior
We can defeat any congressional bill at
The hip hop nation prevail
all problems in society with inner philosophy
The hip hop in me must out or die to lock in me no doubt
Executed
I bigin to out splat out approximately
single syllable words per second
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 head I'm embedded in mind
With conscience lyrical rhyme
At the end of time, be in my prime
Read the sign, men,
an oratorical shymin
I still but I'm climbin
Newsflash here's the latest
Ya whole environment created in ya and in ya heart
Hip-hop art
The highest level of mental expression, your part

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

All these motherfuckers tryin to be
their two car garage just like El DeBarge
It's played out, out, over
Talk to ya broker, to give back that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe the hip-hop perpetrator
Wholesome a neighbour stealin 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
linkin up with the enemies of speakin
But I'm already in
feelin fine most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind
Rewind cos I got a bit of time
Negativity will be wiped out by pain turpentine
I find my combines mobility, creativity
positivity, purger of
to a wide vicinity, engulfin your
O silly me, killin me I begin to see your
I rock way hard you get wit me
or go wit me or wit me
Frankly, this is wrong, people,
ya little 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 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 toys
Noise is I hear
when you shout your rhyme the atmosphere
The master's here!

(x2)

Now motherfucker wants their 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 Amatuer Night winner?
Now the teacher you
Don't you know I am that lyrical gate
You'll get like the sleeper
No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard
that keeps the party floatin a foetus, meanwhile
you hold your head, you belive this godchild
*?sins?* recommend ya and because you're not fertile
or {pronounced "fertil"}
reflex's slow like a turtle
Yeah my picture you circle papers and journals
Without rehearsal, *?mic is first is the worst
I verse, I sua
Into a children
in Tiananmen
Willing and illing, comin thru the ceiling
Enough of this reteric start building