Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

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

The nappy cat, Black Thought, the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cardiac cerebral
Retro is my for my peoples with the plats and
are twist clean, cuts or fros beneath the hats and
do the dance, does I boogie to relax -- I does
Concentrate, not be natural 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 level of my for a smidgen
of my just a little dab'll do ya
Your butts to the cuts dig the of my killa
the hot, dolla parties of the cellar
I'm deep, child of some chocolate, complected
groovy head to toe, plus crazy cooler vanilla
I catch a slap five from my man, my mellow
Unique style I speak be the goods that I
I'm stoned blam, to the known, known around the
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 of my Brother
A lot of kids, these days I'm not amazed
I pays no, mind and lift the roof off the, mutha

Just because I'm out
I say peace to all my peoples who be out
To hip cats and nappy sweets crazy out deah
Just like my Foreign Objects 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 dat, you know you're out deah
to get up out!

Brainiac, Black's the mind, funk, fuse 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 knows the 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 rock shit
with the for your spine, bring it back, UHH!
Fat is my flow fluidic
The ain't with it, then their domes is beneath
We be the Funk, Four mind as one umm, umm
he told us peace, it was his beliefs
We couldn't live with him cool, with that out we gon'
the record of The Roots to show my is out
I'm on some crazy shit, takin a hit during my set
to let, these know what I'm about
I'm all the funk, that's relaxed for your state of mind
Snaps is cool, if layin is the ever
The unity of grin, growin, cause the juice began
as just deuce, groovy 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 Never via
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 you're out
Just like I said, Remedy is crazy out
To ? and Tin-Tin, I think 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 The Roots because we're out deah
to get up out

Uhh, abstract organic
is he, that I be
Gravity does not me down
As I rise the ground into sound
Melting browns like wax
Building blocks, cat
Blazes acts, filling
Mental sax, 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 shit
I got the fat, shit, y'all..