Luyện nghe bài hát Theme from Hi-Tek

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

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

The night time is the right time for a so it's special
When Cats don't say your joint is hot, Cats say, "Yo, I respect 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 right beside the
Tracks get in the vein like heroin the way be noddin'
Officially, people love our company like was misery
I'm to blast MC's with the cannon of history

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

Niggaz like they 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
Always bringin' you hot shit, aiyyo, we

'Dissect it on more high-tech shit computers bite