Luyện nghe bài hát When The Fat Lady Sings

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

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

talkie interlude*, *fat lady singing*}

The witty unpredictable, outcome
Nigga to forfeit, portrait visual
the picture, memorize the scripture
Seperate the cut from with the sifter
Rap designed from the best, bricklayers
Names in prints from the best paint sprayers
of, two-thousand feet deep in the planet
Surrounded by the most thick massive walls of
Certified a-side strangler
Control slide in the multi-disc changer
swords+ and razor sharp shanks leave the tank
On the seas file in rank, ship sank