Luyện nghe bài hát When The Fat Lady Sings

Yeah..
Test, test,
{from the east coast to the coast, ? battleground ? }
test, yeah
{represent everything, is real now..}
Wu-banga

Whether describin facts or interrupted by
Cease the bullshit, rely on
Just like watts push the through amps
Rap generals runnin in camps
Armed heavy slugs, under rugs, thoughts bugged
No barred, live and unplugged
Trapped on the side, of electrified, steel doors
Once in, greeted thunderstorm applause
The breaks the concrete barrier
Launch the vessel, known as the a-1
Sound through a cable, who the fuck able
Mix shit, but your turntable unstable
So if the beat your eardrum, you heard well
Then the two equalize occurs well
Beats straight off the box, unorthodox
From the isle', where the drinks straight off the rocks

{*walkie talkie interlude*, *fat lady

The witty unpredictable, critical
Nigga quick to forfeit, visual
the picture, memorize the scripture
Seperate the cut uncut with the sifter
Rap wall designed the best, bricklayers
Names in prints from the best paint sprayers
Unheard of, two-thousand deep in the planet
Surrounded by the most thick massive walls of
a-side wu-banga strangler
Control slide in the multi-disc changer
+liquid swords+ and sharp shanks leave the tank
On the seas file in eighth rank, ship