Luyện nghe bài hát Beauty Is a Skill

i say (toh-may-toh) so instead you say (toh-mah-toh),
and i say but you say mulatto.
i know, i prefer to go straight off the chest,
ya suck certain judges' dicks and you paid off the rest,
with your bootleg apparell and counterfeit license,
your neck's too to cope this pathetic crisis.
instead of flippin' the script, i the fader,
and throw it back and forth like i'm hot potato.
god, mind, and parts so bear witness devils,
and put on a pair of shorts to fitness levels.
old school request the response,
so i lifted the veil in the resistance.
i lie when i'm rappin', i tell the when i'm cuttin',
girls around the way say i'm as a button,
and it's him, rockwell, male model, see him next,
freestylin' on the or on a bmx,
the length and not crashin' half way.
i'm chillin' and coolin' at the cafe,
a salad and drinking mad champaign,
and the deal for the missoni ad campaign.
it's just a day in the of a pretty face,
sometimes in business, these people with their shitty
of a high heel in their mouth with a foot in it,
as for me, i got and that's where i'm puttin' it.
my mouth is, you know the science.