Luyện nghe bài hát When The Fat Lady Sings

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

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

{*walkie talkie interlude*, *fat singing*}

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