Luyện nghe bài hát Ital (The Universal Side)

(Everybody reppin' from the 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 universal

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

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

I use my music implemented with jewels and tools
To inspire all these too fools who say screw school
Cause they don't see the
That's put here to 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 inheredit-
Tary and very to shine
Legendarily, heavily

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 close and
The first I to violate, I shall retal-
Iate with for they whole local
To relate, we on like decimal Abstract now

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

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

(Everybody from the Illadelph side)
From the side
To the New York
To the the universal
(Everybody from the Illadelph side)
From the Illadelph
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 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 their thoughts long term
Cause on their they made a wrong turn
Probably, I construct the fearsome
To rip your eardrum for many to come
Professional style thinkin' to move wise
So hard a wonder y'all alive

And still breathin', niggas is and not even
Perpetuatin' real life the shit is real trife ayo they fake bleedin'
It's obvious 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 hustlin' bricks up
Fantasizin' about the illest up
But rip up the jam and we be truly
On stage you won't your tef. vest
Only a mic and a mic test
And at your you get blessed by the fans who profess
That can relate
With the you tribulate
Or the pains you
some cats is pure
Tell horors that are but see cats like you
fake joints just tyo get a woo-woo
The jerker
You be that worker
Whose just ran out
I think time you pan out
Or just plain fade, cause yo you
We 'bout to drop on you like the