Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr
Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb Mr. Smith
Mr Smith, word up kid, yeah Mr Smith, it out

I'm goin' to the top smoke in my trail
Bitch ass gangstas put ass on sale
And if I'm twice as expensive as the rest
When I go for dolo you ain't checkin' for nothin'
My is splittin' brain cavity's
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 through all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the belly witta
And hotties, a strong aisle of flip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin' once again
I drain with ink and put your in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til gives
A got to live and Mr Smith is power god, kid

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

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

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

What? You wanna do what? You lack the
Originality, so face
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas get with
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a
Nah hold up, the is goin' on?
All these cartoon MC's gettin' airborne
off like a hot air balloon
goin' up up up, oh no
Bring your heroes down to ground
grippin ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some shit, throats is shit
Scoopedin New Jacks and 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas they need to go and it
Cos when it comes to this rap I'm mad wicked
The grand bringin' flavor to the whole game
Mr Smith is my name

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

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

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

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