Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

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

I'm goin' to the top smoke in my trail
Bitch ass put that ass on sale
And if I'm twice as expensive as the rest
When I go for dolo you ain't for nothin' less
My strategy is splittin' cavity's
It's ya majesty you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher block slice her a ox
When it's to get down, nigga 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 the belly witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong of flip trips
It's the rebirth of niggas once again
I drain 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 Smith you got the sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to up

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

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

What? You wanna do what? You lack the
Originality, so reality
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas get with
Matter of fact, yawn and suck a dick
Nah up, the fuck is goin' on?
All these cartoon character MC's airborne
takin' off a hot air balloon
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 when it to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin' to the whole game
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin'

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

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

Time's up, rhyme's up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the spot up with divine touch
I got the magnetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya call a medic cos ya look pathetic
boy it's the champion Mr Smith
Your niggas couldn't raise up a forklift
Cocked the hammer, peep out the
It's like Bacardi and hot like a house party
All your flavor niggas is deaded
Your next step is where ya headed so don't 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, you when I spray
Lethal compositions your way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the frame with my gift

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