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 leavin' in my trail
ass gangstas put that ass on sale
And even if I'm twice as expensive as the
When I go for dolo you ain't checkin' for less
My is splittin' brain cavity's
It's ya majesty bringin' you a
Yeah, on the butcher block her like a ox
When it's time to get down, I jam like a Glock
I bust through all types of red tape and sue
Niggas old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' through the belly witta icepick
And hotties, a strong aisle of flip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas once
I with ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til somethin'
A nigga got to live and Mr Smith is god, kid

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

Mr you got the shit 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

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

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

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

Time's up, your 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 medic cos ya look
boy it's the champion Mr Smith
Your couldn't raise up with a forklift
the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's hard like Bacardi and hot a house party
All your flavor niggas is deaded
Your step is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your scarred to scrape
When you scream you sound muddy like a teeth
I get'cha open like f-lay, 'tack you when I
Lethal around your way
I'm the maniacal Mr James Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the frame with my verbal

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