Luyện nghe bài hát Ital (The Universal Side)

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

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

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

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

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

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 raffle pickin'
If you feelin' something, guess who get the

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

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

Lyrically upsteps the explicit
Most wicked seven digit mic
My tongue lash out and strike it
Just slightly might it
I blast through your section or district

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

In my formative years by my peers I was
Until the instruments of killed the congruence
I peeped the blue prints on how to true sense
Of MC's which are a nuisance I know just what to do since I'm on lev
Brothers is fakin' jacks and think they for the rev
But they got a lot to learn, to make their long term
Cause on their short-cuts they made a wrong
Probably, timelessly I construct the
To rip your eardrum for years to come
Professional style thinkin' to move wise
So hard a wonder y'all alive

And still breathin', niggas is dead and not
real life the shit kicked is real trife ayo they fake bleedin'
It's that they needin' attention feedin'
They actin' like heathens
When mics is picked up MC's scenes is up
Like women with the gripper drinking Moet 'till they
Fellas hustlin' picking up
Fantasizin' the illest stick up
But rip up the jam and we be impressed
On stage you won't need your tef.
Only a mic and a mic test
And at your best you get blessed by the who profess
That can relate
With the trials you
Or the pains you
Cause cats is pure
Tell horors that are but see cats like you
Y'all fake just tyo get a woo-woo
The tear
You be miracle worker
miracle just ran out
I think time you pan out
Or plain fade, cause yo you played
We to drop on you like the Everglades