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 of the Cyde
you worry, hold it down just like Burry (?)
Well-seasoned like curry from or Jamaica
Bring yuh gal to de show mi may tek her
cake her, how we're flipping thoughts skipping
Ready for the sabotage the entourage
Take her remote, got her open like a cargo pod
Our lyrics blend like
You be wondering happened like Rog

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

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

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

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

(Imani/Citizen Strange)
We retract it, then the got subtracted
Then you got attacked and attracted to this matter
Like a magnet, truly expression touring
Two majestic rap bands exploring foreign
With the mic in hand I took command
You here to destroy, we here to build and
Hella faded from the we bought, beware
you can get caught by the all-out
Verbal assault, Pharcyde and Thought

(Bootie Fiction)
Pharcyde make mad hits, see ya man
Some lab test, vest while I commence
To execute with precision, cause collision
Got caught up in the head bobbing, neck
And trying to get my polished shine
Merging, converging to split your
Have you yelling, crew bail in
The complete steez, cats look up to us
Like trapeze, love 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 neck
You're now in to the sounds of the expert
A hundred flave-ahs of widespread chaos
About to blow the sextet of Miles Dave-ahs
Thought from the on the Phar-cidic
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 when I spit it, when we lit it
Blow like contents, I exercise this convent
Who done this cause we did this, booked and
Unlimited turn, early catches the worm
My penicillin heals, taking we trying to burn
Rub me down like lubriderm, we the cure and 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
Find it hard to compete with, I'm on steep shit
Climbing, you're on it Carlich Hymen (?)
My skills I polish it up till it's shining
Like a brother a brand new Lex
Rhymes on it like two tecs
With laser lights the red dot
Bring it your while you're blinking

(Imani/Citizen Strange)
White hot, thermal
Burn your shit down like a inferno
Selecting and them peckish grooves
To make you move, move you all like you
Verbal graffiti when we words on the mic like aerosol

(Chorus x3)