Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr
Uh Mr Smith, the bomb y'knowhutI'msayin? Mr. Smith
Mr Smith, word up kid, Mr Smith, check it out

I'm goin' to the top leavin' smoke in my
Bitch ass gangstas put ass on sale
And even if I'm as expensive as the rest
When I go for you ain't checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is splittin' brain
It's ya majesty bringin' you a
Yeah, on the block slice her like a ox
When it's time to get down, I jam like a Glock
I bust through all types of red and sue papes
Niggas come old but they always infiltrate
I'm cuttin' through the belly witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a aisle of flip trips
It's the of murkin' niggas once again
I drain with ink and put blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til gives
A nigga got to live and Mr is power god, kid

Mr Smith you got the sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to up

Mr Smith you got the shit up
Work ya baby, show 'em how to blow up

Mr you got the shit sewed up
Work ya baby, show 'em how to blow up

What? You do what? You lack the vitality
Originality, so reality
I'm on ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get with
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and a dick
Nah up, the fuck is goin' on?
All cartoon character MC's gettin' airborne
takin' off like a hot air
up up up, oh no kaboom
Bring heroes down to ground zero
Shotty ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some shit, throats is gettin'
Scoopedin New and kick 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas need to go and stick it
Cos it comes to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand sire flavor to the whole game
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin'

Mr Smith you got the sewed up
Work ya thang baby, 'em how to blow up

Mr Smith (I was a mack birth)
talkin' bout Mr (I invented the taadow!) Uh
talkin' Mr Smith
bout Mr Smith
talkin'

Time's up, your rhyme's up, mix the up
I'm about to blow the spot up with that divine
I got the magnetic energetic lyrical
Ya better call a cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy it's the champion Mr
Your couldn't raise up with a forklift
Cocked the hammer, out the grammar
It's hard like Bacardi and hot like a party
All your so-called flavor niggas is
Your step is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your scarred to scrape
When you scream you muddy like a bled teeth
I get'cha open like f-lay, 'tack you when I
compositions around your way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the frame with my gift

Mr Smith you got the shit up
Work ya thang baby, 'em how to blow up