Luyện nghe bài hát Ital (The Universal Side)

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

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

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

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

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

Contemporaries like the Roots is so rad 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 up close and personal
The first I find to violate, I retal-
Iate with realism for they local
To relate, we on point like decimal now

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

Lyrically elicit upsteps the
Most wicked digit mic wizard
My tongue lash out and with it
Just slightly might it
When I blast your section or district

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

In my formative by my peers I was influenced
Until the instruments of killed the congruence
I peeped the blue prints on how to make sense
Of MC's which are a I know just what to do since I'm on another lev
is fakin' 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 a wrong turn
Probably, timelessly I the fearsome
To rip your eardrum for many years to
Professional style thinkin' rational to wise
So it's a wonder y'all alive

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