Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Mutha

(bad mutha)

1]
Turn up the radio, better yet the
And i'ma school the suckers who know the half
I'm not a legend, I'm real and
Bite my rhymes, I get mad and come you
I don't front or pretend that's imaginary
I get funky with the use of
I'm more than a bottle of cyanide
When I dig in my brain and say a fly
I might bust and say a somethin
Get the party pumpin, yo, that ain't
So don't me, I've been naughty
Even as a kid people "look at shorty"
in the days I had much attention
Speak of competition - man,
Even then I've coulda a funky star
At the age of 12 I was rhymin on them monkey
A kid with the art of poetry
Nice for my age, but noticed 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 cool brother
A technician, call me a (bad mutha)

2]
I play like a game of mario brothers
I hold my own, plus I can another's
Rhymes I make strong and watch em form
On a sucker who 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 boast and toast, you go by name?
You can't get with finesse, you're just jump
You couldn't cut it even if you had a
You're a rap that I laid a track 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, even doze off
I'm good with a mic, plus I'm with my clothes off
And I'm no joke, far from a slow
I school the young bucks, plus school the old
I got stamina, lyrical
Moppin, sweep up just like a janitor
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 all over with
On a stage I'm straight up
I can kick a party like a brother from the
Temple, I find it
I get the ladies they sweat my dimples
Me take a not by a long shot
Get off the tip cause you on the wrong jock
Of the man put up on the wrong scoop
You got problems, what on, troop?
Raise up, I light the stage up
So wild with the mic, I oughta be up
I'm a brother you not lay a hand on
I leave you more bloodier than a
If you split, get you later
Rhymes more than a virgin 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 when I hear the sound of rap
I'm enhanced to keep in step it
And surprise cause you slept a bit
So wake up, my man cause there's no time for
My thoughts are set, and a rhyme has been
From my brain makes me insane
To some fame, lord finesse is the name
To seek and blame cause I and rearranged
My style of rap will suckers wanna leave the game
I'm superior to others
me lord finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)