Luyện nghe bài hát Bars

Bars, bars,
I got y'all those by far
Above par repertoire,
My assembles your garbage artists
learn who I are, it's the boy from PR
Brooklyn veteran, ex-drug peddling by the jar
booth super human, hear me roar
Start a with YAOWA and a jungle, fuck a tar
Yeah, man, I up the guitars
Beat up any drum like a paw
Million karat rhyming trying to find a flaw
Better off trying to an undiscovered dinosaur
And an unidentified object flying off
they seeing a yeti taking selfies all aboard
You niggas look bored, see a monster? Well, come on
play the horn, I transform like Con
Edison, better whatever you niggas is on
I can't you niggas, kettle corn
You design an umbrella, can't the storm
I'm pure toxic, rain pouring in form
Magnetic maggots, you faggots
With the playing backwards and the ProTools crashing
Why you look like you don't know what happened
When Ortiz decided to do a little bit of
Brainwaves blacking, anything whole in front of me fraction
to fraction
Listen you freaking frat, you're no match when I'm
So fall back, hope you caught that
I'm back in my groove like a zipper
Move like a wizard, full of hot air in balloon, it's a figment
Of your imagination, I'm smooth as the witch gave Judy Ruby slippers
No place home, booth and some liquor
Preferably Patron, nickels don't
I'm out here money, I'm a bad honey twister
Fucking on mother, niece or little sister
You niggas got hot, a few blisters
Those'll get popped every I drop a sizzler
Man, you be serious acting like the Riddler
Dressing like
of fact like Robin after he left the 60's
As a boy I wanted the Ac Vigor
Got a older, wanted a black Six
I'm to the act bigger
Not the car, I just act on my matte blaxk GSXR
Carry the .25, now my pat bigger
you and detach that ligger-
Ment from the rest of body, you mad disfigured
This is gonna be dangerous, the artwork is a hazmat picture
But I wanna talk, I let the work speak
I make the flood when the verse leak
So here I am
This next solo album for the fans, fuck a week