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 and actual
Bite my rhymes, I get mad and after you
I don't front or pretend cause that's
I get funky with the use of
I'm more deadlier than a of cyanide
When I dig in my and say a fly rhyme
I might bust and say a somethin
Get the party pumpin, yo, ain't nothin
So bore me, I've been naughty
Even as a kid said: "look at shorty"
Back in the days I had much
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 noticed me
I tell it like it is
That my skill different from her or his
I my skills 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 mc's like a game of mario brothers
I hold my own, I can carry another's
Rhymes I make strong and em take form
On a sucker who steps out his face
I'm the mc to and run from
Shockin so much you think I'm a stun gun
I hold the title 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 jump
You couldn't cut it if you had a hack-saw
You're just a rap that I a track for
Cause records get mixed up, foes get 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 a slow poke
I the young bucks, plus school the old folks
I got stamina, lyrical
Moppin, sweep up rappers like a janitor
Lord finesse 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 over
On a stage I'm up wildin
I can kick a like a brother from the shaolin
Temple, I it simple
I get the cause they sweat my dimples
Me take a loss? not by a long
Get off the tip you jumped on the wrong jock
Of the man put up on the wrong scoop
You got problems, what you're on,
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 you more bloodier than a tampon
If you split, get you later
Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a
Take to what this brother say
Come or turn around the other way
(bad mutha) is the description
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 with it
And mc's cause you slept a bit
So wake up, my man there's no time for dozin
My thoughts are set, and a rhyme has chosen
From my brain which makes me
To gain some fame, finesse is the name
To seek and blame I came and rearranged
My style of rap make suckers wanna leave the game
I'm compared to others
me lord finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)