Luyện nghe bài hát Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

*after 2 of talking*

Yo so let's get the mic burned, it up

Thought]
Yes I, it out
It's like, you to the musician
mic, my syllable strikes ya vision
I take you a tunnel of thought, wit no support
Now you got caught off guard, by the one scar for the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically for feelin this, Thought yo the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you me to be type valid
Disasterous, the master just this, for the listener
Black yo, while I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the
Severin rooms like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a by nature
wit my number one neighbor, Common
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy we bombin, what?
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta Mr.
we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme
So I'm gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

I persue sound fairs, like Dru Down's hair
Other niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down
On I Landed, players get played like Hamlet
Supposedly nice, taken for granted like
I twice and drop singles in record pools
Niggas I'm dunkin like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop
Rhymin big words and not sayin
The click that you came in wit, the accent you flavor
I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the
Niggas is an' and I start to speakin
Niggas start to leakin, my Derek D an'
I'm foreseein the future, funky for human
Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the iller
Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I a
Little bit of juice to a MC who a new producer
Got my nigga in the spot and I rock like crack
I'm to attack, Thoughts is Black
Niggas the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the line like I was or Armstrong
Com's song'll goin, I start the holdin
My is turnin to earth
The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old *laughin*
?Tremblin when it came down the

[Pharoahe
(Pharoahe) Yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and again
Sendin em back, em know that minimum wages
Subliminally befriending em for criminal
I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit criminal facts
And milly ac-tually I piss on your wax
It'll be tight but only this, nigga swears he's the nicest
Just he got rhyme of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem star blade the shit
and dices, Absolute
Absolute uh, Absolute uh, uh (kill it)

Yes, rippin the
My words will enlight dome
When I'm quick to strike your home just like
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator slaughter yours
Still waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous Satan
Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, I'll you and your cousin
It's the beef for attack
When I, yes quick to the wack
When I go track to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin
Flowin like water from a fountain when I
Like water from a river you shiver
for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature
Yes, but I'm to get deeper
You'll catch a ill reflection from listenin too close to the
When I reach ya, it's gettin more clearer, the era

[Black
like this, we keep you open like a parachute
Took a shot of hip hop, it's
For my man from the of Representatives
And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that's I'ma bout ta
Do I you a style and throw you?
For all competitors, Black Thought comin the seckle 'cause
I'm the superior and you inferior
Let me adjust my so you can hear me ta--
rule the, microphone
Pure skills, but it, all of a sudden
MC's just start to studdered the rap style
Hey yo let me rewind check it out, it out
Well it's the, deranged that change formats and forms
I swarm like killa for feelin these fantasies
MC's a tantrum, I sing the Fifth Anthem
Aiyyo it's like this, my song thump your
You can attempt to reach that where my level is
Black Thought severin competitives, off the top
Yo my microphone stop, my man Com just

And don't halt, I guess it was my
I came through like a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
But never the flavor, my shit is accented from Chicago
Niggas follow, hold the bottle
My shit'll flowin
Now I'm showin this poetry in like a picure
Read the scripture, understood the New Testament
Start to it
The shit is like this, where the went
I give the silent treatment
They tried to come against me, I told em they wasn't
Rappers I Crush, and Destroy like Stress
Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll send a-nother
to the bathroom, he didn't have room to shit on the mic
That I had, like the nigga Com Sense, I don't need a pad
Off the dome, my shit'll roam/Rome like a
I to speak, and niggas sound extra weak/week
Like seven days, I take ya whole days like Tony
been a phony, Express styles like a Pony
Hold ya horses, Com Sense The Sources
Toss this type of shit that go through, I lost this
One time, it came the rap sunshine
Niggas follow me like one
Check it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, to get it on
It's like upon the mic yo I sit upon

Monch]
Yo yo, it out now, one time now, Pharoahe Monch yo
It's not breaks at the bar, if you a star
Wit me and my crew baby doll you go far
I seek the of Allah, the laws I lay
the upper echelon of light display
Funk distributed rap pro, to facts so
Cleverly put, more than a axel
The sad slow much smoother than Coltrane
Who can cop beats that I chop like
The effortless action wit like subtraction
Lip, stick and admit wit mo'
And all the my beats can pile up
More data than X-File all added up
The nigga from Queens, by any means
any fiends, similar to Supreme Team
But like I will rise to the top to redeem the cream
For niggas who for hip hop
I pop glock and bla-block shot and chop
>From top cops to bust from a crotch
Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon kick the dome

The last word was precision so I get a
And sentences on top of your cranium
Underground,
Crossin the Mediterranean, water to MC's
Who can't catch the border
Lookin across, the window, not a
at my man, the Jedi duck when the lead fly
My man just took a picture, so I snapped it
Lookin at the man who got the joint in his shit, the back shit
I pack shit but it's never like an
I'm causin static just like the of Bounce
I get, throwing mad
Look at my man Bobbito and
I catch the beat
I'm never come off weak weak is the opposite of strong
I used to the bong but now I got the Heineken
It's my to rhyme again
need to be greedy, I give my old gear to the needy
Used to write graffiti I got the burner
You not get that but you I pass it back to my man wit the head wrap
Yo

*talking and shoutouts to