Luyện nghe bài hát Beauty Is a Skill

i say tomato (toh-may-toh) so you say (toh-mah-toh),
and i say but you say mulatto.
i don't know, i prefer to go off the chest,
ya suck certain judges' dicks and then you off the rest,
your bootleg apparell and counterfeit poetic license,
your neck's too skinny to cope pathetic crisis.
instead of the script, i toss 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 of shorts to compare fitness levels.
old school request the response,
so i lifted the in the fiesta resistance.
i lie i'm rappin', i tell the truth when i'm cuttin',
around the way say i'm cute 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 and coolin' at the fashion cafe,
a salad and drinking mad champaign,
and signin' the deal for the ad campaign.
it's a day in the life of a pretty face,
sometimes in business, these people their shitty tastes
of a high shoe in their mouth with a foot in it,
as for me, i got money and where i'm puttin' it.
where my mouth is, you the science.