Luyện nghe bài hát Ital (The Universal Side)

(Everybody from the Illadelph side)
From the side
To the New side
To the the side
(Everybody reppin' from the side)
From the Illadelph
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 elders
I what the hell
We might as bridge these gaps
In all we fall in the fire

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

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

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

Contemporaries the Roots is so rad it's 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, who get the sticking

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

while I'm breathin' MCin' is believing
That you can a ceremony 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 mic wizard
My tongue lash out and with it
Just slightly miss it
When I through your section or district

(Everybody reppin' from the 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 years by my peers I was
Until the instruments of time killed the
I peeped the blue prints on how to true sense
Of MC's which are a nuisance I know just what to do 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
on their short-cuts they made a wrong turn
Probably, timelessly I construct the
To rip your eardrum for many years to
Professional style rational to move wise
So it's a wonder y'all alive

And still breathin', niggas is and not even
Perpetuatin' real life the shit kicked is real trife ayo they fake
It's obvious that they needin' attention
They actin' like heathens
When mics is up MC's scenes is kicked up
Like women with the gripper drinking 'till they hiccup
Fellas hustlin' picking up
Fantasizin' about the illest up
But rip up the jam and we be truly
On stage you won't need your tef.
a mic with and a mic test
And at best you get blessed by the fans who profess
they can relate
With the you tribulate
Or the pains you
Cause some is pure
Tell horors that are true but see like you
fake joints just tyo get a woo-woo
The jerker
You be that miracle
Whose miracle ran out
I think time you pan out
Or plain fade, cause yo you played
We 'bout to drop on you like the