Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

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

The nappy cat, Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cardiac action
Retro is my Roots for my with the plats and
braids are twist clean, cuts or fros the hats and
do the dance, does I boogie backs to relax -- I
Concentrate, it's not be as the grass
Hail the exit-in and let's begin yo a dip and soul
I spill the normal yo kid I got that for your ass
and I drips like butta
Melodic mad noise if you dig it to ya
If not, catch a 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 of my killa
Rememberin the hot, dolla parties of the
I'm deep, ghetto of some chocolate, complected
head to toe, plus crazy cooler than vanilla
I catch a slap from my man, that's my mellow
Unique style I speak be the goods I petal
I'm stoned blam, to the known, known the city
of Philly that's my home, for makin wack 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, diss these I'm not amazed
cause I pays no, mind and lift the off the, mutha

Just I'm out deah
I say peace to all my peoples who be out
To hip cats and nappy sweets you're crazy out
Just like my Objects because you're out deah
Just like that sister ? you know 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, the mind, color funk, fuse the gut
I catch the 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 nigga the news of the nappy cats
Crowns and kicks, and how it ease the
Yo freak freak ya ya don't stop
The Roots got the body rock shit
with the twist for your spine, it back, UHH!
Fat is my flow that's
The ain't with it, then their domes is beneath
We be the Funk, mind as one umm, Crumbs umm
he told us peace, it was against his
We couldn't live with him cool, with that out we gon'
the record of The to show my attitude is out
I'm on some crazy linear shit, takin a hit my set
to let, niggaz know what 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 Bootsee's grin, growin, the juice began
as just deuce, groovy flaves taste, blam together
I likes that, so doin Bobby Mick, ridic', to this
In fact, that's the pen, hey yo
from The Tunnels Never via satellite
Here comes The Roots, now dig the I said

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

Uhh, abstract artistry
is he, that I be
Gravity not hold me down
As I from the ground into sound
Melting browns like wax
Building blocks, cat
acts, filling facts
Mental sax, mental sax
Sweet mental horn, the physical form
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 shit
I got the fat, shit, y'all..