Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

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Uhh.. the mass
of that rhythmic ass
is organic jazz
you are all about to witness
Groovy check it owwwwt..

The nappy cat, Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cardiac cerebral
Retro is my Roots for my with the plats and
braids are twist clean, cuts or beneath the hats and
do the dance, I boogie backs to relax -- I does
Concentrate, not be natural as the grass
the exit-in and let's begin yo take a dip and soul
I spill the knot yo kid I got that for your ass
Slips and I like butta
mad noise 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 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 I speak be the goods that I petal
I'm stoned blam, to the 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 from the sticks of my
A lot of kids, diss these days I'm not
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 and nappy sweets you're crazy out deah
Just my Foreign Objects because you're out deah
like that sister ? you know you're out deah
Just like the man, Manifest, you know you're out
Just like my cousin G, you're crazy out deah
To Butterfly like dat, you know you're out
to get up out!

Brainiac, the mind, color funk, fuse the gut
I catch the what's when I it
Mysterious the maker of the crazy naps so I lacks
the cut, and got a fro but can't it
C-Not's my knows the news of the nappy cats
Crowns and kicks, and how it ease the
Yo freak freak ya don't ya don't
Cause The Roots got the body shit
with the twist for spine, bring it back, UHH!
Fat is my flow that's
The critics ain't with it, then their 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, that out we gon' sprout
the of The Roots to show my attitude is out
I'm on some linear shit, takin a hit during my set
to let, these know what I'm about
I'm all about the funk, that's relaxed for your of mind
is cool, if layin back is the ever
The unity of grin, growin, cause the juice began
as just deuce, groovy flaves that taste, together
I likes that, so doin Bobby Mick, ain't ridic', to
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 the group The Rhythmic Tricks because you're out deah
And the group The Soul Plants yeah out deah
Just I said, Remedy is crazy out deah
To ? and Tin-Tin, I think you're out
And to my son whose name is you know you're out deah
I'm Thought to the beat and yo I'm out deah
And yo my group is called The because we're out deah
to get up out

Uhh, abstract organic
is he, that I be
Gravity not hold me down
As I rise from the ground sound
Melting browns like wax
Building blocks, cat
Blazes acts, facts
sax, sweet mental sax
Sweet mental horn, the physical form
of a of abnorm-ality, re-ality's
lo-cality, vo-cality, low NOT
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat shit
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat, shit, y'all..