Luyện nghe bài hát Ital (The Universal Side)

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

I be able to reach an MC
And a little child in the same degree
And my elders
I what the hell
We might as well bridge gaps
In all we fall in the fire

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

I use my implemented with jewels and sport tools
To inspire all these too fools who say screw school
Cause they don't see the
put here to trap you and me

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

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

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

MCin' while I'm breathin' is believing
That you can host a ceremony and the dose is phony
In fact, quite therapeutic
Like a B12 hypodermic so shoot it

Lyrically elicit the explicit
Most seven digit mic wizard
My tongue lash out and with it
slightly might miss it
When I through your section or district

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

In my years by my peers I was influenced
Until the of time killed the congruence
I peeped the prints on how to make true sense
Of which are a nuisance I know just what to do since I'm on another lev
Brothers is jacks and think they ready for the rev
But they got a lot to learn, to make their thoughts long
Cause on their short-cuts they made a wrong
Probably, I construct the fearsome
To rip your for many years to come
Professional style thinkin' rational to wise
So hard a wonder y'all alive

And still breathin', is dead and not even
Perpetuatin' real life the shit kicked is trife ayo they fake bleedin'
It's obvious that they needin' attention
They cold like heathens
When is picked up MC's scenes is kicked up
Like women with the gripper drinking Moet they hiccup
Fellas picking bricks up
about the illest stick up
But rip up the jam and we be truly
On stage you won't need your tef.
Only a mic and a mic test
And at your best you get by the fans who profess
That can relate
With the trials you
Or the you endure
Cause some cats is
Tell horors that are true but see like you
Y'all joints just tyo get a woo-woo
The tear
You be that worker
Whose miracle ran out
I think it's you pan out
Or just plain fade, cause yo you
We 'bout to drop on you the Everglades