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

*after 2 minutes of

Yo so get the mic burned, open it up

[Black
Yes I, it out
like, you listen to the musician
Umbilicle mic, my strikes ya vision
I take you through a tunnel of thought, wit no
Now you got caught off guard, by the one scar for the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically for this, Black Thought yo the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be type
Disasterous, the master just this, for the listener
Black Thought yo, I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, boast of lyrical darkness, enter the style
Severin rooms just like apartments, ill
I'm a by nature
Down wit my number one neighbor,
the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin, what?
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of this to rhyme
So I'm just gon' set go wit mine, rewind, check it out

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

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

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

[Black
It's like this, we 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, what I'ma bout ta
Do I show you a style and throw
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, nuttin but it, all of a
MC's just start to from the rap style
Hey yo let me rewind check it out, it out
Well it's the, style that change formats and forms
I like killa bees for feelin these fantasies
MC's throw a tantrum, I sing the Fifth
it's like this, my song thump your preference
You can never attempt to that where my level is
Black Thought severin competitives, off the top
Yo my microphone stop, my man Com drop

And halt, I guess it was my fault
I came through thick like a malt, niggas tried to salt
But never knew the flavor, my is accented from Chicago
Niggas follow, hold the bottle
My keep flowin
Now I'm this poetry in motion like a picure
Read the scripture, understood the New Testament
to blessin it
The shit is like this, the beat went
I give MC's the silent
They tried to come against me, I told em they wasn't
Rappers I Crush, Kill and like Stress
Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll just send
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't have to shit on the mic
That I had, it's like the nigga Com Sense, I don't a pad
Off the dome, my shit'll like a Greek
I start to speak, and niggas sound weak/week
Like seven days, I take ya seven whole days Tony
Never been a phony, Express styles like a
Hold ya horses, Com Sense read The
Toss this type of that go straight through, I lost this
One time, it came back the rap
Niggas follow me one time
it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on
It's like this the mic yo I sit upon

[Pharoahe
Yo yo, check it out now, one now, Pharoahe Monch yo
It's not at the bar, even if you a star
Wit me and my baby doll you won't go far
I seek the love of Allah, the I lay
Peepin the upper echelon of light
distributed rap pro, attributed to facts so
Cleverly put, revolutions than a axel
The sad slow nigga much than Coltrane
Who can cop beats that I like cocaine
The effortless wit moves like subtraction
Lip, and admit wit mo' satisfaction
And all the my beats can pile up
More data than X-File all added up
The nigga from Queens, by any means
Servin any fiends, similar to Supreme
But like steam I will to the top to redeem the cream
For niggas who for hip hop
I pop and bla-block shot and chop spots
>From top cops to bust from a crotch
Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon kick the dome

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

*talking and to end*