Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Mutha

(bad mutha)

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

2]
I play like a game of mario brothers
I hold my own, I can carry another's
Rhymes I make strong and watch em take
On a sucker who out his face wrong
I'm the mc to and run from
Shockin so much you think I'm usin a gun
I hold the cause I'm the cool champ
If rap was money you'd be rated as food
You try to boast and toast, you go by name?
You can't get with finesse, you're just change
You couldn't cut it if you had a hack-saw
You're just a rap that I laid a for
Cause records get mixed up, foes get up
If a mic was a freak, I'd get my tip
So girls, don't sleep, don't doze 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, plus the old folks
I got stamina, examiner
Moppin, sweep up rappers just like a
finesse parallel to no other
The lover, and also the (bad mutha)

3]
At a I get fly and so legit
Gimme a mic onstage and that's all over
On a stage I'm up wildin
I can kick a like a brother from the shaolin
Temple, I find it
I get the ladies they sweat my dimples
Me take a loss? not by a long
Get off the tip cause you jumped on the wrong
Of the man put up on the wrong scoop
You got problems, you're on, troop?
Raise up, I the whole stage up
So with the mic, I oughta be caged up
I'm a brother you not lay a hand on
I leave you more than a tampon
If you split, get you later
Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a
Take to what this brother say
Come or turn around the other way
(bad mutha) is the perfect
Of me or just plain flippin
I'm no joke when it comes to that
I start flippin when I the sound of rap
I'm enhanced to keep in step it
And surprise cause you slept a bit
So up, my man cause there's no time for dozin
My thoughts are set, and a has been chosen
From my brain which makes me
To gain some fame, lord is the name
To seek and blame I came and rearranged
My of rap will make suckers wanna leave the game
I'm compared to others
me lord finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)