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

*after 2 of talking*

Yo so get the mic burned, open it up

Thought]
Yes I, it out
It's like, you listen to the
Umbilicle mic, my syllable strikes ya
I take you through a of thought, wit no support
Now you got caught off guard, by the number one scar for the
Lyrically for feelin this, Black Thought yo the skill
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be type
Disasterous, the master just bust this, for the
Black Thought yo, I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, the style
rooms just like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a by nature
Down wit my number one neighbor,
>From the of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin, what?
Off the top-a, the dome don-datta Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of this to rhyme
So I'm just set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

I persue sound fairs, relaxed Dru Down's hair
Other rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs
On I Landed, players get played like Hamlet
Supposedly nice, taken for granted like
I write twice and singles in record pools
Niggas I'm dunkin like when mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
Rhymin big words and not shit
The click that you came in wit, the you flavor whipped
I got my Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the week
Niggas is weak an' and I to speakin
Niggas to leakin, my nigga Derek D an'
I'm foreseein the future, for human beings
I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise iller
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 and I rock like crack
I'm ready to attack, is Black
understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme
I Stretch a all across the line like I was Bobbito or Armstrong
song'll keep goin, I start the holdin
My is turnin to earth
The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old school
when it came down the shoot?

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

Yes, the microphone
My will enlight your dome
When I'm quick to strike home just like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will slaughter
waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous like Satan
Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, I'll you and your cousin
It's the beef for black
When I, yes to subtract 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
for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature
Yes, but I'm about to get
You'll catch a ill from listenin too close to the speaker
I reach ya, it's gettin more clearer, outta the era

[Black
It's like this, we keep you open like a
a shot of hip hop, it's Absolute
For my man from the House of
And turn it out, aiyyo I do, that's what I'ma bout ta
Do I show you a style and you?
For all competitors, Black comin through the seckle 'cause
I'm the superior and you inferior
Let me adjust my so you can hear me ta--
Bust the, microphone
Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a
MC's just start to studdered the rap style
Hey yo let me check it out, check it out
Well the, deranged style that change formats and forms
I swarm like killa bees for these fantasies
MC's throw a tantrum, I the Fifth Anthem
Aiyyo like this, my song thump your preference
You can never attempt to reach that my level is
Black severin competitives, off the dome top
Yo my microphone stop, my man Com just

And don't halt, I it was my fault
I came through thick a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
But never knew the flavor, my shit is from Chicago
Niggas follow, hold the bottle
My shit'll keep
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, where the beat
I give the silent treatment
They tried to against me, I told em they wasn't fresh
Rappers I Crush, Kill and like Stress
Agenda, Com Sense'll just send a-nother
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't have room to 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 a Greek
I start to speak, and niggas extra weak/week
Like seven days, I take ya seven whole like Tony
Never been a phony, Express like a Pony
ya horses, Com Sense read The Sources
Toss this type of shit that go straight through, I this
One time, it came the rap sunshine
follow me like one time
Check it out nig-- my man is unsigned, ready to get it on
It's like upon the mic yo I sit upon

Monch]
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 crew baby doll you go far
I seek the of Allah, the laws I lay
Peepin the upper echelon of display
distributed rap pro, attributed to facts so
Cleverly put, revolutions than a axel
The sad slow nigga smoother than Coltrane
Who can cop beats that I chop like
The action wit moves like subtraction
Lip, stick and admit wit mo'
And all the while my can pile up
More data than shows 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 who fiend for hip hop
I pop and bla-block shot and chop spots
>From top notch cops to bust from a
Positioning, what Absolute, c'mon c'mon kick the dome

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

*talking and shoutouts to