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 real and
my rhymes, I get mad and come after you
I front or pretend cause that's imaginary
I get with the use of vocabulary
I'm deadlier than a bottle of cyanide
When I dig in my brain and say a fly
I bust and say a little somethin
Get the pumpin, yo, that ain't nothin
So bore me, I've been naughty
Even as a kid people "look at shorty"
Back in the days I had much
Speak of competition - man,
then I've coulda been a funky star
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 people know you better not on me
I'm known as a cool brother
A technician, call me a (bad mutha)

2]
I play mc's a game 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 wrong
I'm the mc to and run from
Shockin so much you I'm usin a stun gun
I hold the title I'm the cool champ
If rap was money you'd be as food stamp
You try to boast and toast, you go by name?
You get with finesse, you're just jump change
You couldn't cut it if you had a hack-saw
You're just a rap that I laid a for
records get mixed 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 with my clothes off
And I'm no joke, far a slow poke
I school the young bucks, plus school the old
I got stamina, lyrical
Moppin, sweep up rappers like a janitor
Lord finesse parallel to no
The smooth lover, and the (bad mutha)

3]
At a show I get fly and so
Gimme a mic and that's all over with
On a stage I'm up wildin
I can kick a party like a brother the shaolin
Temple, I it simple
I get the cause they sweat my dimples
Me take a not by a long shot
Get off the tip cause you jumped on the jock
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 brother you 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 this brother say
Come correct or turn the other way
(bad mutha) is the description
Of me rhymin or just flippin
I'm no joke when it comes around to
I start flippin when I the sound of rap
I'm enhanced to keep in step it
And surprise mc's cause you a bit
So wake up, my man cause there's no time for
My thoughts are set, and a has been chosen
my brain which makes me insane
To gain some fame, lord is the name
To and blame cause I came and rearranged
My of rap will make suckers wanna leave the game
I'm superior compared to
me lord finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)