Luyện nghe bài hát Theme from Hi-Tek

Attention players, the rules of the game have now
People are no longer afraid of the
You call an MC?
Hi-Tek on the boards, in the booth
[Incomprehensible], down, yo

Like, oh my God, do we have here?
My man is on fire like the Players
your hands in the air, keep 'em there if you with me
The MPC-60 is rare, but it still sound
Kicks and snares take 'em from elsewhere, samples is hard to
We don't just act divine, we are, we walkin' upright, you lack
I don't write rhymes, I send force through pipelines to like minds
My light shine so bright it do be, vital lifesigns

The night time is the right time for a so it's special
When Cats don't just say your joint is hot, Cats say, "Yo, I you"
Put fist in the air when you hear the manifesto
You had any prior doubts to my skills, to let go
Hi-Tek, the beats is beside the soundgarden
Tracks get in the vein like heroin the way be noddin'
Officially, people our company like they was misery
I'm known to MC's with the cannon of history

Specifically the ones who forgot where they come
So it's the that they run from like roaches
Whenever the approaches
I attack the track ferocious, never lose my
Hold this hip-hop, closest to my heart, and you know this
it's hopeless and my diagnosis is
To grab the microphone and be the dopest, you can this

Niggaz sound like they injected hallogen
You followin' these hollow men no when
You off more than you could chew or could be swallowin'
Sorry man, I got no pity for you to wallow in
Quit before you get stomped out with my Solomon's
All the way from Lynn Street, to
Always you hot shit, aiyyo, we promisin'

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