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 come you
I don't or pretend cause that's imaginary
I get with the use of vocabulary
I'm more deadlier than a of cyanide
I dig in my brain and say a fly rhyme
I might bust and say a somethin
Get the party pumpin, yo, that nothin
So don't me, I've been naughty
Even as a kid people "look at shorty"
Back in the I had much attention
Speak of competition - man,
Even then coulda been a funky star
At the age of 12 I was rhymin on them bars
A little kid the art of poetry
Nice for my age, but nobody me
Nowadays I tell it it is
That my skill 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 technician, call me a (bad mutha)

2]
I play mc's a game of mario brothers
I my own, plus I can carry another's
Rhymes I make and watch em take form
On a who steps out his face wrong
I'm the mc to and run from
Shockin so much you I'm usin a stun gun
I the title cause I'm the cool champ
If rap was money you'd be rated as food
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 if you had a hack-saw
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, sleep, don't even doze off
I'm with a mic, plus I'm good with my clothes off
And I'm no joke, far from a slow
I the young bucks, plus school the old folks
I got stamina, lyrical
Moppin, sweep up rappers just a janitor
Lord finesse parallel to no
The smooth lover, and the (bad mutha)

3]
At a show I get fly and so
Gimme a mic onstage and all over with
On a stage I'm straight up
I can kick a party like a brother the shaolin
Temple, I find it
I get the cause they sweat 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, what on, troop?
Raise up, I light the whole up
So wild with the mic, I oughta be up
I'm a brother you dare not lay a on
I leave you more bloodier a tampon
If you split, get you later
Rhymes more fresher than a in a frigerator
Take caution to what this say
Come correct or turn around the way
(bad mutha) is the perfect
Of me rhymin or just flippin
I'm no joke when it comes to that
I start flippin I hear the sound of rap
I'm enhanced to in step with it
And surprise mc's you slept a bit
So wake up, my man cause there's no for dozin
My thoughts are set, and a has been chosen
From my brain which me insane
To gain some fame, finesse is the name
To and blame cause I came and rearranged
My style of rap will make suckers wanna the game
I'm compared to others
me lord finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)