Luyện nghe bài hát Theme from Hi-Tek

Attention players, the rules of the have now changed
People are no longer of the truth
You yourself an MC?
on the boards, Kweli in the booth
[Incomprehensible], down, yo

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

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

Specifically the ones who forgot where they from
So it's the light that they run from roaches
Whenever the approaches
I attack the track ferocious, never my focus
Hold this true hip-hop, closest to my heart, and you this
Nowadays it's and my diagnosis is
To the microphone and be the dopest, you can quote this

Niggaz sound like injected with hallogen
You these hollow men no honor when
You off more than you could chew or could be swallowin'
man, I ain't got no pity for you to wallow in
Quit hollerin' before you get stomped out with my
All the way from Lynn Street, to
bringin' you hot shit, aiyyo, we promisin'

'Dissect it on more high-tech shit wanna bite