Luyện nghe bài hát Ital (The Universal Side)

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

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

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

I use my music implemented jewels and sport tools
To inspire all these too fools who say screw school
Cause don't see the conspiracy
That's put 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 very necessary to
Legendarily, refined

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

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

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

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

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

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

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