Luyện nghe bài hát Ital (The Universal Side)

(Everybody reppin' from the side)
the Illadelph side
To the New side
To the the universal
(Everybody from the Illadelph side)
the Illadelph side
To the New York
To the the universal

I wanna be to reach an MC
And reach a little child in the degree
And my excel
I mean the hell
We might as well bridge these
In all before we fall in the

It's a million MCs upon a plan they real tryin' to set it
Profess mic techniques
Inaccurate of reality embedded
In they minds thus they are discredit (check it out)

I use my music with jewels and sport tools
To inspire all too cool fools who say screw school
they don't see the conspiracy
That's put here to you and me

Y'all the battle lieutenant be on some whole 'nother other finesse genetic
say I get it from my mother so its' inheredit-
Tary and very necessary to
Legendarily, refined

Contemporaries the Roots is so rad it's like dag
bag did they come out of, and how can I get in it to win it?
Like a ticket pickin'
If you feelin' something, guess who get the

I got this Ital style up close and
The first I to violate, I shall retal-
Iate with realism for they local
To relate, we on point decimal Abstract now

while I'm breathin' MCin' is believing
That you can host a and the dose is never phony
In fact, it's quite
Like a B12 hypodermic needle so it

Lyrically upsteps the explicit
Most wicked seven mic wizard
My lash out and strike with it
Just might miss it
When I blast through section or district

(Everybody reppin' the Illadelph side)
From the side
To the New York
To the the universal
(Everybody reppin' the Illadelph side)
From the side
To the New York
To the the side

In my formative years by my I was influenced
Until the of time killed the congruence
I peeped the blue prints on how to make true
Of MC's are a nuisance I know just what to do since I'm on another lev
Brothers is fakin' jacks and they ready for the rev
But they got a lot to learn, to make their thoughts term
Cause on their short-cuts made a wrong turn
Probably, timelessly I construct the
To rip your eardrum for many to come
Professional style thinkin' rational to move
So hard it's a wonder alive

And still breathin', is dead and not even
Perpetuatin' real life the kicked is real trife ayo they fake bleedin'
It's obvious they needin' attention feedin'
cold actin' like heathens
When mics is picked up MC's is kicked up
women with the gripper drinking Moet 'till they hiccup
Fellas picking bricks up
about the illest stick up
But rip up the jam and we be impressed
On stage you won't need your tef.
a mic with and a mic test
And at best you get blessed by the fans who profess
That they can
the trials you tribulate
Or the you endure
Cause cats is pure
Tell that are true but see cats like you
Y'all fake just tyo get a woo-woo
The jerker
You be that worker
miracle just ran out
I it's time you pan out
Or just plain fade, yo you played
We to drop on you like the Everglades