Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Mutha

(bad mutha)

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

2]
I play mc's a game of mario brothers
I hold my own, plus I can carry
I make strong and watch em take form
On a sucker who steps out his wrong
I'm the mc to fear and run
so much you think I'm usin a stun gun
I hold the title cause I'm the champ
If rap was money be rated as food stamp
You try to and toast, you go by what name?
You can't get with finesse, you're just change
You couldn't cut it even if you had a
You're just a rap that I laid a for
Cause records get mixed up, 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 good with a mic, plus I'm good with my off
And I'm no joke, far from a slow
I school the bucks, plus school the old folks
I got stamina, examiner
Moppin, sweep up rappers just like a
Lord 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 with
On a I'm straight up wildin
I can kick a like a brother from the shaolin
Temple, I find it
I get the ladies cause they my dimples
Me take a loss? not by a shot
Get off the tip you jumped on the wrong jock
Of the wrong man put up on the 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 you dare not lay a hand on
I leave you more bloodier than a
If you split, get you later
Rhymes fresher than a virgin in a frigerator
caution to what this brother say
Come or turn around the other way
(bad mutha) is the description
Of me rhymin or just plain
I'm no joke when it around to that
I start flippin I hear the sound of rap
I'm to keep in step with it
And surprise mc's cause you a bit
So wake up, my man cause there's no for dozin
My thoughts are set, and a rhyme has chosen
From my brain which makes me
To gain some fame, lord finesse is the
To and blame cause I came and rearranged
My style of rap will make wanna leave the game
I'm compared to others
Call me finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)