Luyện nghe bài hát Network - Black Thought

(Slimkid3)
Aiyo we got minutes, man!
Yo, yo Brown. Sup, man, we got minutes
Imani, go.Yo, Ro! Let's go.

(Bootie Fiction)
rhyme creating, innovating
Got you anticipating the arrival of the
Don't you worry, hold it down just like (?)
Well-seasoned like from India or Jamaica
Bring yuh gal to de show mi may tek her
Then cake her, how flipping thoughts skipping
Ready for the sabotage while the
Take her somewhere remote, got her open like a pod
Our blend like camouflage
You be what's happened like Rog

(Imani/Citizen Strange)
Yeah, son zoom the moon
You and your cartoon platoon
Gets eradicated, y'all barely it
Listen to the words of the man, now I'm hella
Now I'm elevated, and now I'm to state it
Your entire empire is tired, y'all need to
Like an old player your flavor is now expired!

(Slimkid3)
Come on, I rap and lyrically baptize, respect
Resurrect em like they're holy, holding blessed
laws of union in a revolution
Connect the eyes to cause evil lurks in lies
Steals your breath and you die, no one heard you cry
Now he's off to the next urging eye
Our excursion eliminates those folks purging
Like virgin we be conquering, with surgery

(Chorus x2)
On tight we lurk, to drive you berserk
suckers shook, what a skirt
Companies perfected how to
Crews together, put some love back in it
Network, we network!

(Black Thought)
You aside, talk/hustle is the way we survive
Cover your ears, your clothes, your eyes look alive
The high, draw swift out the holster
Rude boy ragamuffin, roots and
It gets deep, I scuba beneath the street
Then through concrete with new and improved beats
And kick emcees in teeth with steel cleats
Extreme like war and but none the least

(Imani/Citizen Strange)
We retract it, then the got subtracted
Then you got attacked and to this matter it's
a magnet, truly expression through touring
Two rap bands exploring foreign lands
With the mic in hand I cold took
You here to destroy, we here to build and
Hella faded from the trees we bought,
Cause you can get by the all-out
Verbal assault, and Black Thought

(Bootie Fiction)
Pharcyde mad hits, see ya man through
Some lab test, grab while I commence
To execute with precision, cause collision
Got caught up in the head bobbing, neck
And trying to get my shine networking
Merging, to split your melon
Have you screaming yelling, crew in
The steez, young cats look up to us
Like trapeze, love the way we swing it
It's the Roots inside guaranteed to it to these nits
Got individuals residuals for the mic

(Chorus)

(Black Thought)
Yo, my network spit shit making neck hurt
You're now in to the sounds of the expert
A hundred of this widespread chaos
About to blow like the sextet of Dave-ahs
from the Illafive on the Phar-cidic
The isotona rap style, y'all can fit it
The head farmer, the bad karma
Full body sounds, emcees can never hit it

(Slimkid3)
Venom when I it, backdraft when we lit it
Blow like chemical contents, I exercise convent
Who done this cause we did this, and fingerprinted
Unlimited turn, bird catches the worm
My penicillin heals, taking we trying to burn
Rub me down lubriderm, we the cure and you're the germ
Embalm you with the fluid, make you do it like
Keep you up the end of the term

(Bootie Fiction)
Niggas with envy like they had gamma treatment
it hard to compete with, I'm on some steep shit
Climbing, you're on it like Carlich (?)
My skills I always it up till it's shining
Like a brother with a new Lex
Rhymes on it like two tecs
laser lights make the red dot
Bring it your while you're blinking

(Imani/Citizen Strange)
White white hot,
Burn your down like a towering inferno
and connecting them peckish grooves
To make you move, you all like you fall
Verbal graffiti when we spray words on the mic like

(Chorus x3)