Luyện nghe bài hát Ital (The Universal Side)

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

I wanna be able to an MC
And a little child in the same degree
And my elders
I mean what the
We might as well bridge gaps
In all before we 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 are discredit (check it out)

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

Y'all know the battle lieutenant be on whole 'nother other finesse genetic
say I get it from my mother so its' inheredit-
Tary and necessary 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 ticket
If you something, guess who get the sticking

I got this Ital style up 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' while I'm breathin' is believing
you can host a ceremony and the dose is never phony
In fact, it's quite
Like a B12 needle so shoot it

Lyrically upsteps the explicit
Most wicked seven digit mic
My lash out and strike with it
Just slightly miss it
When I through your section or district

(Everybody from the Illadelph 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 side

In my formative years by my peers I was
the instruments of time killed the congruence
I the blue prints on how to make 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 they ready for the rev
But they got a lot to learn, to make thoughts long term
Cause on short-cuts they made a wrong turn
Probably, timelessly I construct the
To rip your eardrum for years to come
Professional style thinkin' to move wise
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 that they attention feedin'
They actin' like heathens
When mics is picked up scenes is kicked up
Like women with the gripper drinking Moet 'till hiccup
Fellas hustlin' bricks up
about the illest stick up
But rip up the jam and we be impressed
On stage you won't need your tef.
Only a mic with and a mic
And at your you get blessed by the fans who profess
That they can
With the trials you
Or the you endure
some cats is pure
Tell horors that are true but see like you
Y'all fake joints tyo get a woo-woo
The tear
You be miracle worker
Whose just ran out
I think it's you pan out
Or just plain fade, cause yo you
We 'bout to drop on you the Everglades