Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Mutha

(bad mutha)

1]
Turn up the radio, yet the phonograph
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 after you
I don't front or cause that's imaginary
I get funky the use of vocabulary
I'm more than a bottle of cyanide
When I dig in my brain and say a fly
I might bust and say a little
Get the party pumpin, yo, ain't nothin
So don't me, I've been naughty
as a kid people said: "look at shorty"
Back in the days I had much
Speak of competition - man,
Even then I've coulda been a funky
At the age of 12 I was rhymin on them monkey
A kid with the art of poetry
for my age, but nobody noticed me
Nowadays I tell it it is
makes my skill different from her or his
I sport my on a f.m. frequency
Lettin know you better not sleep on me
I'm known as a smooth brother
A funky technician, me a (bad mutha)

2]
I play mc's like a game of brothers
I my own, plus I can carry another's
I make strong and watch em take form
On a who steps out his face wrong
I'm the mc to fear and run
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 food
You try to boast and toast, you go by what
You get with finesse, you're just jump change
You cut it even 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, don't sleep, don't even off
I'm good with a mic, I'm good with my clothes off
And I'm no joke, far a slow poke
I the young bucks, plus school the old folks
I got stamina, examiner
Moppin, up rappers just like a janitor
Lord finesse to no other
The smooth lover, and the (bad mutha)

3]
At a show I get fly and so
Gimme a mic onstage and that's all with
On a stage I'm straight up
I can kick a party like a brother the shaolin
Temple, I it simple
I get the ladies cause they my dimples
Me a loss? not by a long shot
Get off the tip cause you jumped on the wrong
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 not lay a hand on
I leave you more than a tampon
If you split, get you later
Rhymes more fresher than a in a frigerator
Take caution to this brother say
Come or turn around the other way
(bad mutha) is the description
Of me rhymin or plain flippin
I'm no when it comes around to that
I start flippin when I 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 time for
My thoughts are set, and a has been chosen
From my brain which me insane
To some fame, lord finesse is the name
To seek and blame I came and rearranged
My style of rap will make suckers wanna leave the
I'm compared to others
Call me lord finesse, better yet it (bad mutha)