Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

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of that ass grass
is organic hip-hop
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The cat, Black Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cardiac cerebral
Retro is my Roots for my with the plats and
braids are twist clean, or fros beneath the hats and
do the dance, does I boogie backs to -- I does
Concentrate, not be natural as the grass
Hail the exit-in and let's yo take a dip and soul
I spill the normal knot yo kid I got that for ass
Slips and I like butta
Melodic mad if you dig it peace to ya
If not, catch a lift to the level of my for a smidgen
of my spirit just a dab'll do ya
Your to the cuts dig the buds of my killa
the hot, dolla parties of the cellar
I'm deep, ghetto of some chocolate, complected
groovy head to toe, plus cooler than vanilla
I a slap five from my man, that's my mellow
Unique style I speak be the goods that I
I'm stoned blam, to the known, known the city
of Philly that's my home, for makin wack rappers
It that I'm blem, kid I kicks, in the mix
Rhythm be the quick, fix the sticks of my Brother
A lot of kids, these days I'm not amazed
cause I pays no, mind and lift the roof off the,

Just I'm out deah
I say peace to all my who be out deah
To hip cats and nappy sweets you're out deah
like my Foreign Objects because you're out deah
Just that sister ? you know you're out deah
Just the man, Manifest, you know you're out deah
Just my cousin Shawn G, you're crazy out deah
To Butterfly like dat, you you're out deah
to get up out!

Brainiac, the mind, color funk, fuse the gut
I the what's when I kick it
Mysterious the maker of the raps crazy naps so I
the cut, and got a fro but pick it
C-Not's my nigga knows the news of the cats
Crowns and kicks, and how it the mind
Yo freak ya don't ya don't stop
Cause The got the body rock shit
the twist for your spine, bring it back, UHH!
Fat is my flow fluidic
The critics ain't it, then their domes is beneath
We be the Funk, Four as one umm, Crumbs umm
he told us peace, it was against his
We couldn't live with him cool, that out we gon' sprout
the record of The to show my attitude is out
I'm on some crazy linear shit, takin a hit my set
to let, niggaz know what I'm about
I'm all about the funk, that's relaxed for your of mind
is cool, if layin back is the ever
The unity of Bootsee's grin, growin, cause the began
as deuce, groovy flaves that taste, blam together
I likes that, so doin Bobby Mick, ridic', to this
In fact, the pen, hey yo direct
from The Never Never via satellite
Here comes The Roots, now dig the shits I

To all my peoples, I'm out deah
Just like the group The Rhythmic Tricks because out deah
And the The Soul Plants yeah you're out deah
Just like I said, is crazy out deah
To ? and Tin-Tin, I you're out deah
And to my son whose name is Crumbs you know you're out
I'm Black Thought to the beat and yo I'm out
And yo my group is called The Roots because we're out
to get up out

Uhh, organic artistry
Thought is he, I be
Gravity does not hold me
As I rise the ground into sound
Melting browns drip wax
blocks, nappy cat
Blazes acts, filling
sax, sweet mental sax
Sweet mental horn, taking the physical
of a of abnorm-ality, re-ality's
lo-cality, vo-cality, low NOT
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat shit
I got the fat shit
I got the fat, shit, y'all..