Luyện nghe bài hát Vowel Movement

i talk around the brain matter of folds,
it's just a reminder of who fatter with flows,
an rhymes to snatch the essaince outcha skin damagin' you pupils,
cause you'll need all your vision to see lyrisism,
with precision i rid this division of emcees,
head, fake snead, to relieve they positions,
get lost i toss a snack when they flow is wack,
your crew is on my dick, i'm you hold my sack,
i'm suposin' the reason for ya treason,
bleedin is what the atmosphere leavin' kid,
i season shit, oh jesus it's the influence,
fuck crew bitch ya ego is a nuisance,
i loosen up the on your goose neck,
now ya handle is stripped,
if you was you'd quit,
cause true heads get lothogic ur shit,
my man you do not the boundaries,
your circumference got in the center when you found me,
from around these parts of where these parts is,
I start shit cause thats my heart is,
i've been dubbed the design never intended for the mind,
i transit that cheap line responsible for ur confidence,
hence since you grabbed the mic all i can hear is rinse cycles,
clean lint screen, keep your low balance, keep your low balance,
got no talent therefore, you are no challenge,
so why do you wanna mic if you do not how to use it?
why do you want the mic if you don't how to use it?
i'm not here to talk shit kid i do shit,
rhymesayers always regular with movement,
why do you want the mic if you know how to use it?
tell me why do you the mic if you don't know how to use it?
i'm not here just to talk kid i do shit,
rhymesayers always regular vowel movement,
i circles around the brain matter of folds,
it's just a reminder of who came fatter flows,
an rhymes to snatch the soul outcha skin w/o your ear drums,
so you can your fear when atmosphere comes,
done spawn grabbed the silverware an cups,
i'll grab the out the oven lets sit down an tear shit up,
cause of 'em are like pastry's with creamy centers,
you get stuck between my dentures you feel me enter,
cemente the point be in your destination equation,
base intentsion's on the fact we leave facial ebbrasion's
rhymesayers your station's
competitions tryna life,
the competition may as of grabbed a dead mic,
getcha head right before your head get's left for dam,
cause i get amped kids rant,
with averageness they just match the antics,
the atmos. never placid takes more practice,
so fuck my fontic acrobatics,
cronic wackness, the diaognosis i've obstolled,
this current was determinded in a crazy spin,
take the grin an flip it upside,
cause nuff died sjug applied fist to this mic,
device is priceless think twice if you wanna of this,
get you ferverous your fahrenheit i'm tearing mics,
get lost within thoughts of how we do sit,
rhymesayers always regular vowel movement,
so why do you want the mic if you know how to use it?
why do you want the mic if you know how to use it?
i'm not here just to talk i do shit,
rhymesayers always regular vowel movement,
why do you want the mic if you know how to use it?
me why do you want the mic if you don't know how to use it?
i'm not just to talk shit kid i do shit,
rhymesayers regular with vowel movement,
rhymesayers always regular yes, yes, with movement yes, yes,
yes, yes, always regular with vowel movement, bitch!