Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

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

The nappy cat, Black Thought, the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cardiac action
is my Roots for my peoples with the plats and
braids are twist clean, or fros beneath the hats and
do the dance, does I boogie backs to -- I does
Concentrate, it's not be as the grass
Hail the exit-in and begin yo take a dip and soul
I spill the normal knot yo kid I got that for ass
and I drips like butta
Melodic mad if you dig it peace 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 child of chocolate, complected
head to toe, plus crazy cooler 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, known around the
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 of my Brother
A lot of kids, diss these days I'm not
cause I pays no, and lift the roof off the, mutha

Just 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 because you're out
Just like that ? you know you're out deah
Just like the man, Manifest, you you're out deah
Just like my cousin G, you're crazy out deah
To Butterfly like dat, you know out deah
to get up out!

Brainiac, Black's the mind, funk, fuse the gut
I the what's when I kick it
Mysterious the maker of the 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
Crowns and kicks, and how it ease the
Yo freak ya don't ya don't stop
The Roots got the body rock shit
with the twist for spine, bring 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 live with him cool, with that out we gon' sprout
the record of The Roots to show my is out
I'm on some linear shit, takin a hit during my set
to let, these know what I'm about
I'm all about the funk, that's relaxed for state of mind
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, the pen, hey yo direct
from The Tunnels Never via satellite
Here comes The Roots, now dig the I said

To all my peoples, cause I'm out
Just the group The Rhythmic Tricks because you're out deah
And the group The Soul yeah you're out deah
Just like I said, Remedy is out deah
To ? and Tin-Tin, I think you're out
And to my son whose name is Crumbs you know out deah
I'm Black 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 organic
Thought is he, I be
Gravity does not me down
As I rise from the into sound
Melting browns like wax
blocks, nappy cat
Blazes acts, facts
Mental sax, mental sax
Sweet mental horn, taking the physical
of a storm of abnorm-ality,
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..