Luyện nghe bài hát Burnt

Mista, twista, get ya
every single time when I rhyme like I know so I
tha gifted tounge, an encriptic rung
new to enter the mazes-play this
two a day with the dayo
day, hey, hey ho a day light come
I plum forgot a wack rhyme was
because I buzz like a bee in the of my peers so
know and I know 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-
Just like the Gulf or War II
d-e-l say and straight slay anyone who
makes when I make um heel
peel off the anwsers when i'm in your skull like a beaver
binito-but I ain't
till I like to flip rhymes cause the rhythm 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 and the shoes of the writer
stronger than a siskel and like a side bar

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

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

I steals Souls that try to steal my
to your brain like I would on a sheet
I respond no distraction when I see one
fatter re-run so what's happennin'?
it's not you from, it's just how you come
correct my stacks will get rough to
get phucked enough to my men idie midie
look in the enough because I am a righty
fight
you'll catch follies if you
I make shanks to stick fakes I'm dank and you're
wack shit surround like ineffectual
I get um-blunt style 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 more than two
a of sold ass phonies,
bust their
try,
you'll catch my in your highnee
that's if my slips 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 go out like beta max
next to Tajai I kicks the greater stacks.

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

People call me Snupe: because I'm living fat
People call me nasty: because I eat the cat
and I swing a bat to knuckle heads, leaving dead
never
cause I cock my head
better on the top of my head,
flakky
if this was a peel then Bodasa shake me
or me
Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot enough
if you spread the skins
I got alot of stuff
got it? tough-got enough-gotta it twice
why here's a fly rep
I kept my step
I had a fatter flow to be 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 ya have to keep ya boots on

I'm sorry I didn't mean to dis you
I could hook a hoe and make um like I was tissue
had a little lamb, Adam got a lot of doe
in my garden,
schylar got a hoes
Yo-I didn't mean hoes, yo I women
If she got the pooh, I got the let's go swimming
dip dip dive as I'm
moving in on the top of my jock you don't
here a pimp there a pimp a pimp pimp
this A-plus the quiz-so there it is.