Luyện nghe bài hát Burnt

Mista, twista, get ya
every time when I rhyme like I know so I flow
with tha gifted tounge, an rung
new phases to enter the this
two times a day with the
day, hey, hey ho with a day light
I plum forgot what a wack was
because I buzz like a bee in the ears of my so
they know and I we all know day hey yo-
day light come and me go home-

no tool, no and Wesson
an oppisite so I can pop a bit of
shit on the mic I get on the mic
"pee-pee--pee-ping!"
I a bit on the mic
and I it-
like the Gulf or World War II
d-e-l will say and slay anyone who
makes advances when I um heel
peel off the anwsers when i'm drilling in your skull like a
I ain't finished
till I like to flip side rhymes cause the rhythm deminished.

I would if I but I ain't cause I'm dank
for me to lay down the law: who's raw?
you saw the blues and the of the writer
stronger than a siskel and your like a bar

try to win the lottery you try to slaughter me
I'm not the g
to be to
let negative bones
that my rep crew I let loose negative
so you better get flows to act what we've done
proceed more stunts cause I'm like a street, son
we go and step as I wreck shop
to break necks of those who won't stop
artist-the one who does better ain't found
and if someone else tries to step: I knock that ass
the bigger the the bigger the fatter is
whenever you figure this is gettin his
be real and don't kill my walk your next thought
and that your boss-
cause that's when you
keep on losing, amusing tactics
I came to earn more green than Patrick
and I make if you get caught frontin'
never a Newport but I'm on the button.

I needs no sugar to get swift
so what with two sylabols-it's just the

I steals Souls that try to steal my
coming to your like I would on a sheet
I with no distraction when I see one
fatter re-run so what's happennin'?
not where you from, it's just how you come
correct my will get rough to bake
get phucked enough to my men idie midie
look in the membrane because I am a righty
fight
you'll catch follies if you
I make shanks to fakes I'm dank and you're quaint
wack shit puritian surround like
I get style like the heart of homosexuals.
not for sex you cross the intersection you're damaged
get bruised knuckles and you look for
bad
busted a few much more two
a of sold ass phonies,
bust their
try,
you'll catch my in your highnee
that's if my bankrupt slips though I
how do you want to convert me in
but I more than those candies-nothing gets by me
so play tracks-
and you'll go out like max
to Tajai cause I kicks the greater stacks.

Be boom-
bob your to this, mischievous
socidle,
idle chatter slips off the lips of this writter
might not be the greater of the mind scheme
but my style is like the visine: it gets your opening.
this raggedy andy gets dandy a lion in the meadow
while the teapot steam like a kettle
the hip to the hop
I make up when I get drastic
stepping with their moods but their flows are
and man the vocal making the locals go insane
the regal rhyming speech substan-nance for the
get with the phrases like you praises like a deity
the one liberated souls
for infinity
got much slimma-kids' got a body child
Hieroglyphics flip the rhythm for the meanwhile
my lingo as I linger in my medium of speech
and I could keep cause I'm trying to teach
a of religion to the fraudulant
listen, pay attention I'm the of this convention
kick the while ye style be stutering
just smiley
skipping singles down your to bad it seems you try me
and I can make it play into extreme conscienceness
your wondering extinguish all them myths
optimistic, stylistic, I'm swift like murcury
me
I show got the gift.

People call me Snupe: that's because I'm fat
People call me nasty: that's I eat the cat
and I swing a bat to knuckle heads, leaving devils
said
never cause I cock my
better on the top of my head,
never
if this was a peel Bodasa couldn't shake me
or me
cause Betty oven isn't hot enough
if you wanna the skins
then I got of stuff
got it? enough-gotta lick it twice
why step? a fly rep
I kept my step
I had a flow to be hittin on
now it's just a smidgen like a pidgeon I be on
on a futon...
slip the roots on
I'm the type of brotha that ya to keep ya boots on

I'm sorry I didn't mean to dis you
I could hook a hoe and make um blow I was tissue
mary had a little lamb, got a lot of doe
in my garden,
schylar got a hoes
didn't mean hoes, yo I meant women
If she got the pooh, I got the trunks: go swimming
dip dip dive as I'm
moving in on the top of my jock you stop
here a pimp there a pimp a pimp pimp
this grades the quiz-so there it is.