Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Mutha

(bad mutha)

1]
Turn up the radio, better yet the
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 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
When I dig in my 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 said: "look at shorty"
Back in the days I had much
of competition - man, listen
Even I've coulda been a funky star
At the age of 12 I was on them monkey bars
A little kid with the art of
Nice for my age, but noticed me
Nowadays I tell it it is
That makes my different from her or his
I sport my on a f.m. frequency
Lettin know you better not sleep on me
I'm as a smooth cool brother
A funky technician, me a (bad mutha)

2]
I mc's like a game of mario brothers
I hold my own, plus I can another's
Rhymes I strong and watch em take form
On a sucker who steps out his wrong
I'm the mc to fear and run
Shockin so much you think I'm usin a gun
I hold the title cause I'm the 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 cut it even if you had a hack-saw
just a rap that I laid a track for
Cause records get up, foes 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, plus I'm good with my off
And I'm no joke, far from a poke
I school the bucks, plus school the old folks
I got stamina, lyrical
Moppin, sweep up rappers just a janitor
Lord 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 that's all over
On a stage I'm straight up
I can kick a party like a brother from the
Temple, I find it
I get the cause they sweat 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 wrong
You got problems, what on, troop?
up, I light the whole stage up
So wild with the mic, I oughta be 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 than a virgin in a frigerator
Take caution to this brother say
Come or turn around the other way
(bad mutha) is the perfect
Of me or just plain flippin
I'm no joke it comes around to that
I start flippin I hear the sound of rap
I'm enhanced to keep in with it
And surprise cause you slept a bit
So wake up, my man cause no time for dozin
My thoughts are set, and a rhyme has chosen
From my brain which makes me
To gain some fame, lord is the name
To seek and blame I came and rearranged
My style of rap will suckers wanna leave the game
I'm compared to others
me lord finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)