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 the arrival of the Cyde
Don't you worry, it down just like Burry (?)
Well-seasoned like curry India or Jamaica
Bring yuh gal to de show mi may tek her
Then cake her, how flipping thoughts skipping
Ready for the while the entourage
Take her somewhere remote, got her like a cargo pod
Our lyrics blend like
You be wondering what's like Rog

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

(Slimkid3)
Come on, I rap wise and lyrically baptize,
em like they're holy, holding blessed communion
Redesign of union in a revolution
Connect the to energize cause evil lurks in lies
Steals your breath and then you die, no one you cry
Now he's off to the man's urging eye
Our excursion eliminates those folks that's
Like virgin we be conquering, reconstruct surgery

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

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Slimkid3)
Venom I spit it, backdraft when we lit it
Blow like chemical contents, I exercise this
Who done this we did this, booked and fingerprinted
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 sherm
Keep you up the end of the term

(Bootie Fiction)
Niggas green with envy like they had treatment
Find it hard to compete with, I'm on some steep
Climbing, you're on it like Carlich (?)
My skills I always polish it up it's shining
Like a 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,
your shit down like a towering inferno
Selecting and connecting them peckish
To make you move, you all like you fall
Verbal when we spray words on the mic like aerosol

(Chorus x3)