Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Mutha

(bad mutha)

1]
Turn up the radio, better yet the
And school the suckers who don't know the half
I'm not a legend, I'm real and
Bite my rhymes, I get mad and come you
I don't or pretend cause that's imaginary
I get funky the use of vocabulary
I'm more deadlier than a bottle of
When I dig in my and say a fly rhyme
I bust and say a little somethin
Get the pumpin, yo, that ain't nothin
So don't bore me, I've been
Even as a kid said: "look at shorty"
in the days I had much attention
Speak of - man, listen
then I've coulda been a funky star
At the age of 12 I was rhymin on monkey bars
A kid with the art of poetry
for my age, but nobody noticed me
Nowadays I it like it is
That makes my different from her or his
I my skills on a f.m. frequency
people know you better not sleep on me
I'm known as a smooth cool
A technician, call me a (bad mutha)

2]
I play mc's like a of mario brothers
I hold my own, plus I can another's
I make strong and watch em take form
On a who steps out his face wrong
I'm the mc to and run from
Shockin so you think I'm usin a stun gun
I hold the title cause I'm the cool
If rap was money you'd be rated as stamp
You try to and toast, you go by what name?
You can't get with finesse, you're just jump
You cut it even if you had a hack-saw
You're just a rap that I laid a for
Cause get mixed up, foes get ripped up
If a mic was a freak, I'd get my tip
So girls, don't sleep, don't even off
I'm with a mic, plus I'm good with my clothes off
And I'm no joke, far from a poke
I school the young bucks, school the old folks
I got stamina, examiner
Moppin, sweep up rappers just like a
Lord parallel to no other
The smooth lover, and the (bad mutha)

3]
At a I get fly and so legit
Gimme a mic onstage and that's all over
On a I'm straight up wildin
I can kick a party like a brother from the
Temple, I it simple
I get the ladies they sweat my dimples
Me take a loss? not by a shot
Get off the tip cause you on the wrong jock
Of the wrong man put up on the scoop
You got problems, what on, troop?
Raise up, I light the stage up
So wild with the mic, I be caged up
I'm a brother you not lay a hand on
I leave you more bloodier a tampon
If you split, get you later
Rhymes more fresher a virgin in a frigerator
Take to what this brother say
Come or turn around the other way
(bad mutha) is the description
Of me rhymin or just flippin
I'm no joke it comes around to that
I flippin when I hear the sound of rap
I'm enhanced to keep in with it
And mc's cause you slept a bit
So wake up, my man cause there's no for dozin
My are set, and a rhyme has been chosen
From my brain which makes me
To gain fame, lord finesse is the name
To seek and blame cause I came and
My style of rap will make suckers leave the game
I'm compared to others
Call me finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)