Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

[Black
Uhh.. the molecular
of that rhythmic ass
is organic hip-hop
you are all about to witness
Groovy check it owwwwt..

The nappy cat, Black Thought, the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cardiac action
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 to relax -- I does
Concentrate, it's not be as the grass
Hail the exit-in and 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 if you dig it peace to ya
If not, a lift to the level of my mental for a smidgen
of my just a little dab'll do ya
Your butts to the cuts dig the buds of my
Rememberin the hot, dolla of the cellar
I'm deep, child of some chocolate, complected
groovy head to toe, plus crazy cooler than
I catch a slap 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 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, 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 peoples who be out
To hip cats and nappy you're crazy out deah
like my Foreign Objects because you're out deah
Just like that sister ? you you're out deah
Just like the man, Manifest, you know you're out
Just like my cousin Shawn G, you're out deah
To Butterfly like dat, you know out deah
to get up out!

Brainiac, the mind, color funk, fuse the gut
I catch the when I kick it
Mysterious the maker of the raps crazy so I lacks
the cut, and got a fro but can't it
my nigga knows the news of the nappy cats
Crowns and kicks, and how it 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 flow fluidic
The critics with 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 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, a hit during my set
to let, these niggaz know I'm about
I'm all about the funk, that's relaxed for your state of
Snaps is cool, if layin back is the
The unity of grin, growin, cause the juice began
as deuce, groovy flaves that taste, blam together
I likes that, so doin Mick, ain't ridic', to this
In fact, the pen, hey yo direct
from The Never Never via satellite
Here comes The Roots, now dig the I said

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

Uhh, abstract artistry
Thought is he, I be
Gravity not hold me down
As I rise the ground into sound
browns drip like wax
Building blocks, cat
acts, filling facts
Mental sax, 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 shit
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat shit
I got the fat, shit, y'all..