Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Mutha

(bad mutha)

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

2]
I play mc's like a of mario brothers
I my own, plus I can carry another's
Rhymes I make and watch em take form
On a sucker who steps out his face
I'm the mc to fear and run
Shockin so much you think I'm a stun gun
I hold the cause I'm the cool champ
If rap was money you'd be as food stamp
You try to boast and toast, you go by what
You can't get with finesse, you're jump 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, even doze off
I'm good with a mic, I'm good 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 rappers just a janitor
finesse parallel to no other
The lover, and also 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 from the shaolin
Temple, I it simple
I get the ladies cause sweat my dimples
Me a loss? not by a long shot
Get off the tip cause you jumped on the 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 wild the mic, I oughta be caged up
I'm a you dare not lay a hand 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 the other way
(bad mutha) is the perfect
Of me rhymin or plain flippin
I'm no joke when it comes to that
I flippin when I hear the sound of rap
I'm to keep in step with it
And surprise mc's you slept a bit
So up, my man cause there's no time for dozin
My thoughts are set, and a rhyme has chosen
From my brain makes me insane
To gain some fame, lord is the name
To and blame cause I came and rearranged
My style of rap will suckers wanna leave the game
I'm superior compared to
Call me lord finesse, better yet it (bad mutha)