Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up your mind black people ill
Superior use superior skill
We can defeat any congressional at will
The hip hop will prevail
all problems in society inner city philosophy
The hip hop in me must out or die to lock in me no doubt
properly
I bigin to out splat out approximately
three single 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 in your mind
With constant lyrical rhyme
At the end of time, I'll be in my
Read the sign, men,
an oratorical shymin
I look still but I'm
Newsflash here's the latest
Ya whole environment created in ya and in ya heart
displays art
The highest level of mental expression, play part

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

All these motherfuckers tryin to be
with their two car just like El DeBarge
It's played out, fadin out,
Talk to ya broker, time to back that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe onto the perpetrator
Wholesome a neighbour stealin all ya flavour
Danger danger ya better ya thinkin
Check what you and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin
with the stench of a with information, leakin
linkin up with the enemies of speakin
But I'm in 1999
fine while 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 after
I my rhymes combines mobility, creativity
positivity, of sensibility
to a wide vicinity, your facility
O silly me, me I begin to see your stupidity
I rock way you can't 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 with my arc in the dark
A simple spark, the little sparked now I'm in ya heart
Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I another way
If you ain't got no fly rhymes, say
Run away, run away, run away....little boy
Like the TAT crew I your toys
Noise is what I
when you shout your rhyme into the
The blast here!

(x2)

Now motherfucker wants their title tooken, defended
I see my it's open-ended
I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound,
What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Night winner?
Now the you retrudge
Don't you I am that lyrical gate keeper
You'll get railed like the
No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this style
that the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile
you your head, you can't belive this godchild
This *?sins?* recommend ya and because you're not
or {pronounced "fertil"}
Your slow like a turtle
my picture you circle from papers and journals
Without rehearsal, *?mic is first is the worst
I verse, I sua
a million children
in Tiananmen
Willing and start illing, thru the ceiling
Enough of this reteric start building