Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

[Black
Uhh.. the mass
of rhythmic ass grass
is organic jazz
you are all about to witness
Groovy units it owwwwt..

The nappy cat, Black Thought, the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cardiac cerebral
Retro is my Roots for my peoples the plats and
braids are twist clean, or fros beneath the hats and
do the dance, does I backs to relax -- I does
Concentrate, not be natural as the grass
Hail the exit-in and let's begin yo a dip and soul
I spill the normal knot yo kid I got that for ass
and I drips like butta
Melodic mad noise if you dig it to ya
If not, catch a to the level of my mental for a smidgen
of my spirit just a little do ya
butts to the cuts dig the buds of my killa
Rememberin the hot, dolla of the cellar
I'm deep, ghetto child of some chocolate,
groovy to toe, plus crazy cooler than vanilla
I catch a slap five my man, that's my mellow
Unique style I speak be the that I petal
I'm stoned blam, to the known, known around the
of Philly that's my home, for makin wack rappers
It bein I'm blem, kid I kicks, in the mix
Rhythm be the quick, fix from the sticks of my
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 to all my peoples who be out deah
To hip and nappy sweets you're crazy out deah
Just like my Objects because you're out deah
Just like that sister ? you you're out deah
Just like the man, Manifest, you know out deah
Just like my cousin Shawn G, crazy out deah
To Butterfly like dat, you know you're out
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 crazy so I lacks
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 ease the
Yo freak freak ya ya don't stop
Cause The Roots got the rock shit
with the for your spine, bring it back, UHH!
Fat is my that's fluidic
The critics ain't with it, their domes is beneath
We be the Funk, Four mind as one umm, umm
he told us peace, it was against his
We couldn't live with him cool, with that out we 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, these know what I'm about
I'm all about the funk, relaxed for your state of mind
is cool, if layin back is the ever
The unity of Bootsee's grin, growin, cause the juice
as just deuce, groovy that taste, blam together
I that, so doin Bobby Mick, ain't ridic', to this
In fact, the pen, hey yo direct
The Tunnels Never Never via satellite
Here The Roots, now dig the shits I said

To all my peoples, I'm out deah
Just like the The Rhythmic Tricks because you're out deah
And the group The Soul Plants yeah 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 you know you're out deah
I'm Black to the beat and yo I'm out deah
And yo my group is called The Roots we're out deah
to get up out

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