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)
Devastating rhyme creating,
Got you anticipating the of the Cyde
you worry, hold it down just like Burry (?)
Well-seasoned like from India or Jamaica
Bring yuh gal to de mi posse may tek her
Then her, how we're flipping thoughts skipping
Ready for the sabotage the entourage
Take her somewhere remote, got her open a cargo pod
Our lyrics like camouflage
You be wondering what's happened Rog

(Imani/Citizen Strange)
Yeah, son zoom like the
You and your cartoon platoon
Gets eradicated, barely made 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 is tired, y'all need to retire
Like an old player cause your is now expired!

(Slimkid3)
Come on, I rap wise and baptize, respect
Resurrect em they're holy, holding blessed communion
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 that's
Like virgin we be conquering, with surgery

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

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

(Imani/Citizen Strange)
We retract it, then the bullshit got
Then you got attacked and attracted to this it's
Like a magnet, truly expression through
Two majestic rap bands foreign lands
With the mic in hand I took command
You here to destroy, we here to and plan
faded from the trees we bought, beware
Cause you can get caught by the
Verbal assault, and Black Thought

(Bootie Fiction)
Pharcyde mad hits, see ya man through
Some lab test, vest while I commence
To with acute precision, cause collision
Got caught up in the head bobbing, jerking
And trying to get my polished shine
Merging, converging to your melon
Have you screaming yelling, bail in
The complete steez, young look up to us
Like trapeze, they the way we swing it
It's the Roots inside to bring it to these nits
Got individuals expecting for the mic

(Chorus)

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

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

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

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

(Chorus x3)