Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

[Black
Uhh.. the molecular
of rhythmic ass grass
is organic jazz
that you are all about to
Groovy units it owwwwt..

The cat, Black Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cardiac action
Retro is my Roots for my peoples the plats and
are twist clean, cuts or fros beneath the hats and
do the dance, does I boogie backs to -- I does
Concentrate, it's not be as the grass
the exit-in and let's begin yo take 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 lift to the level of my for a smidgen
of my spirit 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, child of some chocolate, complected
groovy head to toe, plus crazy than vanilla
I catch a slap five my man, that's my mellow
style I speak be the goods that I petal
I'm blam, to the known, known around the city
of Philly that's my home, for makin rappers settle
It bein I'm blem, kid I kicks, in the mix
be the quick, fix from the sticks of my Brother
A lot of kids, diss these days I'm not
cause I 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 and nappy sweets you're crazy out deah
Just like my Foreign Objects you're out deah
like that sister ? you know you're out deah
Just like the man, Manifest, you know out deah
Just my cousin Shawn G, you're crazy out deah
To like 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
the maker of the raps crazy naps so I lacks
the cut, and got a fro but pick it
C-Not's my knows the news of the nappy cats
and kicks, and how it ease the mind
Yo freak ya don't ya don't stop
Cause The Roots got the rock shit
with the twist for your spine, it back, UHH!
Fat is my that's fluidic
The critics ain't with it, then their is beneath
We be the Funk, Four as one umm, Crumbs umm
he told us peace, it was his beliefs
We live with him cool, with that out we gon' sprout
the record of The Roots to show my is out
I'm on some crazy linear shit, takin a hit 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 Bootsee's grin, growin, the juice began
as deuce, groovy flaves that taste, blam together
I likes that, so doin Mick, ain't ridic', to this
In fact, that's the pen, hey yo
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 you're out
Just like I said, Remedy is crazy out
To ? and Tin-Tin, I you're out deah
And to my son whose name is you know you're out deah
I'm Black Thought to the and yo I'm out deah
And yo my group is called The Roots we're out deah
to get up out

Uhh, abstract organic
is he, that I be
Gravity does not me down
As I rise from the ground into
Melting browns like wax
Building blocks, cat
Blazes acts, filling
sax, sweet mental sax
Sweet mental horn, taking the 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..