Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

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Uhh.. the mass
of rhythmic ass grass
is organic hip-hop
that you are all to witness
Groovy check it owwwwt..

The nappy cat, Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz
and cardiac cerebral action
Retro is my Roots for my peoples with the and
braids are twist clean, cuts or beneath the hats and
do the dance, does I backs to relax -- I does
Concentrate, it's not be as the grass
Hail the exit-in and let's yo take a dip and soul
I spill the normal knot yo kid I got for your ass
Slips and I drips butta
Melodic mad noise if you dig it to ya
If not, catch a lift to the 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
the hot, dolla parties of the cellar
I'm deep, ghetto of some chocolate, complected
groovy head to toe, plus cooler than vanilla
I catch a five from my man, that's my mellow
Unique I speak be the goods that I petal
I'm stoned blam, to the known, known the city
of Philly that's my home, for makin wack settle
It bein I'm blem, kid I kicks, in the mix
Rhythm be the quick, fix from the of my Brother
A lot of kids, diss days I'm not amazed
cause I no, mind and lift the roof off the, mutha

because 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 like my Foreign Objects you're out deah
Just like that sister ? you you're out deah
Just like the man, Manifest, you know 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, the mind, color funk, fuse the gut
I catch the when I kick it
Mysterious the maker of the raps crazy naps so I
the cut, and got a fro but can't it
C-Not's my nigga knows the news of the cats
Crowns and kicks, and how it the mind
Yo freak freak ya don't ya don't
The Roots got the body rock shit
with the twist for your spine, it back, UHH!
Fat is my flow that's
The critics ain't with it, then domes is beneath
We be the Funk, Four mind as one umm, 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 crazy linear shit, takin 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 back is the ever
The unity of grin, growin, cause the juice began
as deuce, groovy 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 via satellite
comes The Roots, now dig the shits I said

To all my peoples, I'm out deah
like the group The Rhythmic Tricks because you're out deah
And the group The Plants yeah you're out deah
Just I said, Remedy is crazy out deah
To ? and Tin-Tin, I think out deah
And to my son whose name is Crumbs you know you're out
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 artistry
Thought is he, I be
Gravity does not hold me
As I rise from the ground into
Melting browns drip wax
blocks, nappy cat
Blazes acts, facts
sax, sweet 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 shit
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat, shit, y'all..