Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

[Black
Uhh.. the molecular
of that ass grass
is hip-hop jazz
you are all about to witness
Groovy units it owwwwt..

The cat, Black Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz
and cardiac cerebral action
Retro is my Roots for my peoples the plats and
braids are twist clean, cuts or fros the hats and
do the dance, does I boogie backs to -- I does
Concentrate, it's not be as the grass
Hail the and let's begin yo take a dip and soul
I spill the knot yo kid I got that for your ass
Slips and I drips butta
Melodic mad noise if you dig it to ya
If not, catch a lift to the level of my mental for a
of my spirit a little dab'll do ya
Your butts to the dig the buds of my killa
Rememberin the hot, dolla of the cellar
I'm deep, child of some chocolate, complected
head to toe, plus crazy cooler than vanilla
I catch a five from my man, that's my mellow
Unique style I speak be the goods I petal
I'm stoned blam, to the known, known around the
of that's my home, for makin wack rappers settle
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, diss days I'm not amazed
I pays no, mind and lift the roof off the, mutha

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

Brainiac, Black's the mind, color funk, the gut
I catch the what's I kick it
Mysterious the maker of the raps naps so I lacks
the cut, and got a fro but pick it
C-Not's my nigga knows the news of the nappy
and kicks, and how it ease 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 that's
The critics ain't it, then their domes is beneath
We be the Funk, mind as one umm, Crumbs umm
he us peace, it was against his beliefs
We couldn't with him cool, with that out we gon' sprout
the of The Roots to show my attitude is out
I'm on crazy linear shit, takin a hit during my set
to let, these niggaz know I'm about
I'm all about the funk, that's for your state of mind
is cool, if layin back is the ever
The of Bootsee's grin, growin, cause the juice began
as just deuce, groovy that taste, blam together
I likes that, so Bobby Mick, ain't ridic', to this
In fact, that's the pen, hey yo
from The Tunnels Never Never via
comes The Roots, now dig the shits I said

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

Uhh, abstract artistry
Thought is he, I be
Gravity not hold me down
As I rise from the ground sound
browns drip like wax
Building blocks, cat
acts, filling facts
Mental sax, sweet sax
mental horn, taking the physical form
of a storm of abnorm-ality,
lo-cality, vo-cality, low NOT
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat shit
I got the fat, shit, y'all..