Luyện nghe bài hát High School Rock

Wake up your mind black it's ill
Superior people use skill
We can defeat any bill at will
The hip hop nation prevail
all problems in society with city philosophy
The hip hop in me must out or die to lock in me no doubt
Executed
I bigin to shout out splat out
three single syllable per second
like I am God you are God, we are God, it
Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll jet it
Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your
With constant lyrical 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 findin
Ya whole environment created in ya and in ya heart
displays art
The highest level of expression, play your part

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

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

(x2)

Now which motherfucker their title tooken, defended
I see my schedule open-ended
I can move somethin like ya booty ass sound, beginner
What happened? You couldn't be an Amatuer Night winner?
Now the teacher you
Don't you know I am that gate keeper
You'll get like the sleeper
No peep tha, no peep mine, no this hard style
that keeps the party floatin like a foetus,
you hold your head, you can't belive this
This *?sins?* recommend ya and because not fertile
or fertile "fertil"}
Your slow like a turtle
Yeah my you circle from papers and journals
rehearsal, *?mic is first all?* is the worst
I verse, I sua
Into a million
in Tiananmen
Willing and start illing, comin thru the
Enough of reteric let's start building