Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

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

The nappy cat, Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cardiac cerebral
Retro is my Roots for my peoples with the and
braids are twist clean, 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 normal yo kid I got that for your ass
and I drips like butta
Melodic mad if you dig it peace to ya
If not, catch a lift to the level of my for a smidgen
of my spirit just a little do ya
Your butts to the dig the buds of my killa
Rememberin the hot, dolla parties of the
I'm deep, child of some chocolate, complected
groovy head to toe, plus cooler than vanilla
I catch a slap five from my man, that's my
Unique style I speak be the that I petal
I'm blam, to the known, known around the city
of Philly that's my home, for 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, diss these days I'm not
cause I pays no, and lift 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 sweets you're 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 Shawn G, you're out deah
To Butterfly like dat, you know 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 crazy so I lacks
the cut, and got a fro but pick it
C-Not's my nigga the news of the nappy cats
Crowns and kicks, and how it ease the
Yo freak freak ya don't ya stop
Cause The got the body rock shit
with the twist for 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, Four as one umm, Crumbs umm
he told us peace, it was against his
We couldn't live with him cool, with out we gon' sprout
the of The Roots to show my attitude is out
I'm on some crazy shit, takin a hit during my set
to let, niggaz know what I'm about
I'm all about the funk, that's relaxed for your state of
is cool, if layin back is the ever
The unity of Bootsee's grin, growin, cause the began
as just deuce, groovy flaves that taste, blam
I likes that, so doin Mick, ain't ridic', to this
In fact, that's the pen, hey yo
from The Tunnels Never Never via
Here comes The Roots, now dig the I said

To all my peoples, cause I'm out
Just like the group The Rhythmic Tricks you're out deah
And the group The Soul yeah you're out deah
Just I said, Remedy is crazy out deah
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 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
is he, that I be
Gravity not hold me down
As I rise the ground into sound
Melting drip like wax
blocks, nappy cat
Blazes acts, filling
Mental sax, sweet sax
Sweet mental horn, taking the 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 y'all
I got the fat, shit, y'all..