Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr
Uh Mr Smith, the bomb y'knowhutI'msayin? 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 as the rest
When I go for you ain't checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is brain cavity's
ya majesty bringin' you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher block her like a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam like a
I through all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come old but they always infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the belly witta
And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of flip
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 nigga got to live and Mr 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 baby, show 'em how to blow up

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

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

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

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

Time's up, your up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the up with that divine touch
I got the energetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya better call a cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy it's the Mr Smith
Your couldn't raise up with a forklift
the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's hard like Bacardi and hot like a party
All your flavor niggas is deaded
Your next step is ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your steelo's to scrape
When you scream you sound muddy like a teeth
I get'cha open like f-lay, you when I spray
compositions around your way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the frame with my verbal

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