Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

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

The cat, Black Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cardiac action
Retro is my Roots for my with the plats and
braids are twist clean, cuts or beneath the hats and
do the dance, does I boogie backs to relax -- I
Concentrate, it's not be natural as the
Hail the exit-in and let's 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 just a dab'll do ya
Your butts to the dig the buds of my killa
Rememberin the hot, dolla parties of the
I'm deep, ghetto of some chocolate, complected
head to toe, plus crazy cooler than vanilla
I catch a slap five from my man, my mellow
Unique style I speak be the goods I petal
I'm stoned blam, to the known, around the city
of Philly that's my home, for 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
cause I pays no, mind and the roof off the, mutha

Just I'm out deah
I say peace to all my who be out deah
To hip cats and nappy you're crazy out deah
Just like my Objects because you're out deah
Just like that sister ? you know you're out
Just like the man, Manifest, you know out deah
like my cousin Shawn G, you're crazy out deah
To Butterfly 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 when I it
Mysterious the maker of the raps naps so I lacks
the cut, and got a fro but can't 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 Roots got the body rock
with the twist for spine, bring it back, UHH!
Fat is my that's fluidic
The critics ain't with it, then their is beneath
We be the Funk, mind as one umm, Crumbs umm
he told us peace, it was his beliefs
We couldn't with him cool, with that out we gon' sprout
the record of The Roots to show my is out
I'm on some linear shit, takin a hit during my set
to let, these niggaz know what I'm
I'm all about the funk, that's for your state of mind
Snaps is cool, if 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, that's the pen, hey yo
from The Tunnels Never via satellite
Here The Roots, now dig the shits I said

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

Uhh, organic artistry
is he, that 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
Sweet mental horn, taking the physical
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 y'all
I got the fat, shit, y'all..