Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Mutha

(bad mutha)

1]
Turn up the radio, yet the phonograph
And i'ma school the 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 don't front or pretend cause imaginary
I get funky the use of vocabulary
I'm more deadlier a bottle of cyanide
When I dig in my brain and say a fly
I might and say a little somethin
Get the party pumpin, yo, that ain't
So don't bore me, I've been
as a kid people said: "look at shorty"
Back in the days I had attention
of competition - man, listen
Even I've coulda been a funky star
At the age of 12 I was rhymin on monkey bars
A little kid with the art of
Nice for my age, but noticed me
Nowadays I it like it is
That makes my skill from her or his
I sport my on a f.m. frequency
Lettin people know you not sleep on me
I'm as a smooth cool brother
A funky technician, me a (bad mutha)

2]
I play mc's like a game of mario
I my own, plus I can carry another's
I make strong and watch em take form
On a sucker who steps out his face
I'm the mc to and run from
Shockin so you think I'm usin a stun gun
I hold the title I'm the cool champ
If rap was money be rated as food stamp
You try to boast and toast, you go by name?
You get with finesse, you're just jump change
You cut it even if you had a hack-saw
You're just a rap I laid a track for
Cause get mixed up, foes get ripped up
If a mic was a freak, I'd get my tip
So girls, sleep, don't 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 like a
finesse parallel to no other
The lover, and also the (bad mutha)

3]
At a I get fly and so legit
Gimme a mic and that's all over with
On a I'm straight up wildin
I can kick a party like a brother the shaolin
Temple, I find it
I get the ladies cause they my dimples
Me take a loss? not by a long
Get off the tip cause you jumped on the jock
Of the man put up on the wrong scoop
You got problems, what on, troop?
Raise up, I the whole stage up
So with the mic, I oughta be caged 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 than a virgin in a frigerator
Take caution to what brother say
correct or turn around the other way
(bad mutha) is the description
Of me rhymin or just flippin
I'm no joke it comes around to that
I start flippin when I hear the of rap
I'm to keep in step with it
And mc's 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 some fame, lord finesse is the name
To seek and blame cause I came and
My style of rap will make wanna leave the game
I'm superior compared to
Call me finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)