Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr
Uh Mr Smith, it's the y'knowhutI'msayin? 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 even if I'm twice as as the rest
When I go for dolo you checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is brain cavity's
It's ya majesty bringin' you a
Yeah, on the butcher block slice her a ox
When it's to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I bust all types of red tape and sue papes
come old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the belly icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a aisle of flip trips
It's the of murkin' niggas once again
I with ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin til somethin' 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 shit up
Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to up

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

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

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

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

Time's up, your rhyme's up, mix the up
I'm about to the spot up with that divine touch
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 Bacardi and hot like a house party
All your so-called niggas is deaded
Your next step is where ya so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your scarred to scrape
you scream you sound muddy like a bled teeth
I open like f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
Lethal compositions around way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr James
Rippin' ya ass out the frame my verbal gift

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