Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

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

The cat, Black Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cardiac cerebral
Retro is my Roots for my with the plats and
braids are twist clean, cuts or fros beneath the and
do the dance, does I boogie backs to relax -- I
Concentrate, it's not be natural as the
Hail the exit-in and begin yo take a dip and soul
I spill the normal knot yo kid I got that for ass
Slips and I drips butta
Melodic mad noise if you dig it to ya
If not, catch a lift to the level of my mental for a
of my just a little dab'll do ya
Your butts to the cuts dig the of my killa
Rememberin the hot, parties of the cellar
I'm deep, child of some chocolate, complected
groovy head to toe, plus crazy than vanilla
I catch a slap five from my man, my mellow
style I speak be the goods that I petal
I'm stoned blam, to the known, around the city
of Philly my home, for makin 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 I'm not amazed
cause I pays no, and lift the roof off the, mutha

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

Brainiac, Black's the mind, color funk, the gut
I the what's when I kick it
Mysterious the of the raps 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
and kicks, and how it ease the mind
Yo freak freak ya ya don't stop
Cause The Roots got the body rock
with the twist for spine, bring it back, UHH!
Fat is my flow that's
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, with out we gon' sprout
the record of The Roots to show my is out
I'm on some crazy linear shit, a hit during my set
to let, these niggaz know what I'm
I'm all about the funk, that's relaxed for your state of
Snaps is cool, if layin is the ever
The unity of Bootsee's grin, growin, the juice began
as just deuce, groovy flaves taste, blam together
I likes that, so doin Bobby Mick, ain't ridic', to
In fact, that's the pen, hey yo
from The Tunnels Never via satellite
Here comes The Roots, now dig the shits I

To all my peoples, cause I'm out
Just like the group The Rhythmic Tricks because out deah
And the The Soul Plants yeah you're 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 Crumbs you know you're out
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 organic
Thought is he, I be
does not hold me down
As I rise the ground into sound
browns drip like wax
Building blocks, cat
Blazes acts, filling
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 shit
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat, shit, y'all..