Luyện nghe bài hát When The Fat Lady Sings

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

describin facts or interrupted by quotes
Cease the bullshit, on volts
Just like watts push the juice through
Rap generals runnin troops in
Armed with heavy slugs, rugs, thoughts bugged
No holds barred, and unplugged
Trapped on the other side, of electrified, steel
Once in, greeted with applause
The message breaks the concrete
Launch the vessel, as the a-1 carrier
goin through a cable, who the fuck able
Mix this shit, but your turntable
So if the beat smash your eardrum, you heard
the two tech' equalize occurs well
Beats straight off the box, rhyme
From the isle', the drinks splash straight off the rocks

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

The witty unpredictable, outcome
quick to forfeit, portrait visual
Analyze the picture, the scripture
Seperate the cut from uncut with the
Rap designed from the best, bricklayers
Names tagged in prints from the best sprayers
Unheard of, feet deep in the planet
by the most thick massive walls of granite
Certified a-side wu-banga
Control time in the multi-disc changer
+liquid swords+ and razor shanks leave the tank
On the seas file in eighth rank, sank