Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up your mind black people ill
Superior people use superior
We can defeat any congressional at will
The hip hop nation will
all problems in society with inner city
The hip hop in me come out or die to lock in me no doubt
Executed
I to shout out splat out approximately
three syllable words per second
like I am God you are God, we are God, it
Time to it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it
Like a to ya head I'm embedded in your mind
With constant conscience rhyme
At the end of time, I'll be in my
the sign, men, rhymin
like an shymin
I still but I'm climbin
Newsflash here's the latest
Ya whole environment created in ya and in ya heart
displays art
The level of mental expression, play your part

I'm the intelligent on the mic (x3)
knows

All these tryin to be large
with two car garage just like El DeBarge
It's played out, out, over
Talk to ya broker, time to back that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe the hip-hop perpetrator
like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour
Danger danger ya rearrange ya thinkin
Check what you and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin
with the stench of a snitch with information,
linkin up with the enemies of speakin
But I'm in 1999
feelin while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind
Rewind cos I got a little bit of
will be wiped out by pain after turpentine
I find my rhymes combines mobility,
positivity, purger of
to a wide vicinity, engulfin facility
O silly me, me I begin to see your stupidity
I rock way hard you get wit me
or go wit me or wit me
Frankly, this is wrong, people,
Forget ya little rhyme
It's way your bedtime, for the tenth time
forget tryin ta get
I went the park with my arc in the dark
A spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart
Everytime you I'm comin one way, I come another way
If you ain't got no fly rhymes, say
Run away, run away, run away....little boy
Like the TAT crew I terrorise toys
is what I hear
when you shout rhyme into the atmosphere
The master's here!

(x2)

Now which motherfucker wants their tooken, defended
I see my it's open-ended
I can move somethin around like ya ass sound, beginner
What happened? You couldn't be an Amatuer Night winner?
Now the teacher you
you know I am that lyrical gate keeper
You'll get like the sleeper
No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep hard style
keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile
you hold your head, you can't this godchild
This *?sins?* recommend ya and because not fertile
or {pronounced "fertil"}
Your reflex's slow like a
Yeah my you circle from papers and journals
Without rehearsal, *?mic is first all?* is the
I verse, I sua
Into a million
in buildings
and start illing, comin thru the ceiling
Enough of this reteric start building