Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

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

The cat, Black Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cardiac cerebral
Retro is my Roots for my peoples the plats and
braids are clean, cuts or fros beneath the hats and
do the dance, does I boogie backs to relax -- I
Concentrate, not be natural as the grass
the exit-in and let's begin yo take a dip and soul
I the normal 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 to the level of my mental for a smidgen
of my spirit just a dab'll do ya
Your butts to the cuts dig the of my killa
Rememberin the hot, dolla parties of the
I'm deep, ghetto of some chocolate, complected
groovy head to toe, plus crazy than vanilla
I catch a slap five my man, that's my mellow
Unique style I speak be the goods I petal
I'm stoned blam, to the known, known the city
of that's my home, for makin wack rappers settle
It bein 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 the roof off the, mutha

Just I'm out deah
I say peace to all my peoples who be out
To hip and nappy sweets you're crazy out deah
Just 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 like my cousin Shawn G, crazy out deah
To Butterfly dat, you know you're out deah
to get up out!

Brainiac, Black's the mind, funk, fuse the gut
I catch the when I kick it
Mysterious the maker of the crazy naps so I lacks
the cut, and got a fro but pick it
C-Not's my nigga knows the of the nappy cats
and kicks, and how it ease the mind
Yo freak freak ya don't ya stop
Cause The Roots got the body shit
with the twist for spine, bring it back, UHH!
Fat is my that's fluidic
The critics ain't with it, then their domes is
We be the Funk, Four as one umm, Crumbs umm
he told us peace, it was his beliefs
We couldn't live with him cool, with that out we 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 what I'm about
I'm all the funk, that's relaxed for your state of mind
is cool, if layin back is the ever
The unity of grin, growin, cause the juice began
as just deuce, flaves that taste, blam together
I likes that, so Bobby Mick, ain't ridic', to this
In fact, the pen, hey yo direct
from The Tunnels Never Never via
Here The Roots, now dig the shits I said

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

Uhh, organic artistry
Thought is he, I be
Gravity does not me down
As I rise from the ground sound
Melting drip like wax
Building blocks, cat
Blazes acts, facts
sax, sweet mental 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..