Luyện nghe bài hát Burnt

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

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-
Just like the Gulf or War II
d-e-l will say and straight anyone who
makes when I make um heel
peel off the anwsers i'm drilling in your skull like a beaver
binito-but I ain't
till I like to flip side rhymes cause the gets deminished.

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

try to win the lottery you try to slaughter me
I'm not the g
to be to
let loose negative
that my rep crew I let loose tones
so you get flows to counter act what we've done
proceed more stunts cause I'm hard a street, son
we go and step back as I wreck
pronounced to break necks of who won't stop
one who does better they ain't found
and if else tries to step: I knock that ass down
the bigger the batter the the fatter is
whenever you figure this nigga is his
be real and kill my walk with your next thought
and answer that boss-
cause that's you lost
keep on losing, amusing many
I to earn more green than Saint Patrick
and I backs if you get caught frontin'
never a Newport but I'm on the button.

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

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

Be boom-
bob head to this, mischievous
socidle,
idle chatter never slips off the lips of writter
might not be the greater of the mind scheme
but my is like the visine: it gets your eyes opening.
this raggedy andy gets like a lion in the meadow
while the teapot blows like a kettle
the hip to the hop
I make up when I get drastic
with their moods but their flows are pornographic
and man with the vocal the locals go insane
the regal rhyming speech for the brain
get frisky with the phrases like you like a deity
the one with liberated
-control for
got much slimma-kids' got a body child
Hieroglyphics gonna the rhythm for the meanwhile
articulate my as I linger in my medium of speech
and I keep poppin cause I'm trying to teach
a of religion to the fraudulant
listen, pay I'm the master of this convention
kick the wigidy ye style be stutering
just like
skipping singles down satur-dreams to bad it seems you try me
and I can make it play down extreme conscienceness
plus your extinguish all them myths
optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift murcury
me
I I've got the gift.

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

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