Luyện nghe bài hát (Who Says) Rock Is Dead

Enter my Delorean time
to the future we go
to explore the scene
all the
my style's
when I die
big to L.I.
South

this Onyx
the way for Dr. Dre and his Chronic
the Gravediggaz demonic
Nas and his supersonic phonic
K-R-S-One
with the Bap
on the scene in Queens with G Rap
LA in the day
a Hundred Miles And
gunnin with NWA

Who says rock is
are you to bang your head
c'mon
who says is dead
your head
enough

is the key to be
I let my mind fly
the second of the white emcee
forth a prerequisite
I you're tryin to get with this
amazin caucasian
always on some shit
rhyme delivery
an mystery
you I'm fit to be
goin in history
Biggie Smalls and Tupac we
now behold Jay
another is born

Headbangin and slangin as I the Wu-Tang
Hoo-Bangin the Westside Connect gang
Respect is Hard To Earn my paycheck
Ya Neck
from the of the Tek & Steele

Duck
just tryin to B-Real like Cypress
my License To Ill
I Kill At
word to
yo Time To Build

I flow about I know
in the process try to
no I've never been to the
and probably never go
the of an intelligent white kid with a mic gripped tight
a lyrical ensues
you
gave ya brain & blues
ya out
stole ya
hit a spliff and took sip of the booze
shut yer
I'm the cracker rapper makin all the rules
refuse and I'll prepare your for the bad news

Some it a fad
it's a evolution of music
a few it
I refuse to it
it's of my heart
for the kids
not the music critics to tear it
I'm calling it the Pan Theory
you can keep that throwback crap 'cause I don't want it near me
and if ya hear me/start a band with "t-h-e" and you too can be a flash in the pan can't forget the Outkast
Mo-B
the
so shall I
to rock the mic MOP

a Tribe called Hip-Hop will always run me