Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up your mind black it's ill
Superior people use skill
We can defeat any congressional bill at
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
Executed
I to shout out splat out approximately
three syllable words per second
like I am God you are God, we are God, it
Time to sell it in a battle, I'll never jet it
Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in mind
constant conscience lyrical rhyme
At the end of time, I'll be in my
Read the sign, men,
like an shymin
I look but I'm climbin
Newsflash the latest findin
Ya environment created in ya mind and in ya heart
displays art
The highest level of mental expression, play your

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

All motherfuckers tryin to be large
with their two car garage just El DeBarge
It's out, fadin out, over
Talk to ya broker, time to give that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe the hip-hop perpetrator
like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour
Danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin
what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin
with the of a snitch with information, leakin
linkin up with the of Kris speakin
But I'm already in
feelin fine while most MCs be out of sight and outta mind
Rewind cos I got a bit of time
Negativity be wiped out by pain after turpentine
I my rhymes 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, is wrong, people, poetry
Forget ya little rhyme
It's way your bedtime, for the tenth time
forget ta get mine
I went the park with my arc in the dark
A simple spark, the little Park now I'm in ya heart
you think 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
the TAT crew I terrorise your toys
Noise is what I
when you your rhyme into the atmosphere
The blast here!

(x2)

Now which motherfucker wants title tooken, defended
I see my it's open-ended
I can move somethin around ya booty ass sound, beginner
happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner?
Now the you retrudge
you know I am that lyrical gate keeper
You'll get like the sleeper
No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this style
that keeps the party like a foetus, meanwhile
you hold your head, you belive this godchild
This *?sins?* recommend ya and because you're not
or {pronounced "fertil"}
reflex's slow like a turtle
Yeah my picture you circle papers and journals
rehearsal, *?mic is first all?* is the worst
I verse, I sua
a million children
in Tiananmen
Willing and illing, comin thru the ceiling
Enough of reteric let's start building