Luyện nghe bài hát Burnt

Mista, twista, get ya
every single time when I rhyme like I so I flow
with tha gifted tounge, an rung
new to enter the mazes-play this
two times a day with the
day, hey, hey ho with a day light
I plum forgot 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 come and me wanna go home-

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

I would if I could but I ain't 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 like a side bar

try to win the lottery before you try to me
I'm not the g
to be to
let loose negative
my rep crew I let loose negative tones
so you better get to counter act what we've done
more stunts cause I'm hard like a street, son
we go and step as I wreck shop
pronounced to necks of those who won't stop
artist-the one who better they ain't found
and if someone else tries to I knock that ass down
the bigger the batter the bigger the is
whenever you figure this is gettin his
be real and don't kill my walk with your next
and answer your boss-
that's when you lost
keep on losing, amusing many
I came to earn green than Saint Patrick
and I make backs if you get frontin'
never bought a but I'm on the button.

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

I steals Souls try to steal my laddin
coming to brain like I would on a sheet
I respond with no when I see one
fatter than re-run so what's
it's not where you from, it's just how you
correct my stacks will get rough to
get phucked to my men like idie midie
look in the membrane enough I am a righty
fight
you'll catch if you folly
I make shanks to fakes I'm dank and you're quaint
wack shit puritian like ineffectual
I get um-blunt style the heart of homosexuals.
not for sex you cross the intersection you're damaged
get knuckles and what you look for
bad
a few much more than two
a of sold ass phonies,
bust cohonies
try,
you'll catch my Vans in your
that's if my bankrupt slips I doubt
how do you want to me in time
but I seize more than those gets by me
so play tracks-
and you'll go out beta max
next to Tajai I kicks the greater stacks.

Be deep
bob head to this, mischievous
socidle,
idle never slips off the lips of this writter
might not be the greater innovater of the scheme
but my style is like the visine: it gets eyes opening.
raggedy andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadow
while the teapot steam like a kettle
the hip to the hop
I make up flip I get drastic
stepping with their moods but their flows are
and man the vocal making the locals go insane
the rhyming speech substan-nance for the brain
get frisky the phrases like you praises like a deity
the one with souls
for infinity
got style much slimma-kids' got a child
Hieroglyphics flip the rhythm for the meanwhile
my lingo as I linger in my medium of speech
and I could keep poppin cause I'm to teach
a smidgen of religion to the
listen, pay attention I'm the master of this
kick the wigidy while ye style be
like smiley
skipping singles down satur-dreams to bad it seems you try me
and I can make it play down extreme conscienceness
plus wondering extinguish all them myths
optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm like 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 heads, leaving devils dead
never
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
cause Betty oven isn't hot enough
if you wanna the skins
then I got alot of
got it? tough-got lick it twice
why step? a fly rep
I kept my step
I had a fatter to be hittin on
now it's just a 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 could hook a hoe and make um like I was tissue
mary had a little lamb, got a lot of doe
in my garden,
schylar got a lotta
Yo-I didn't mean hoes, yo I women
If she got the pooh, I got the trunks: let's go
dip dip dive as I'm
moving in on the top of my jock you stop
here a pimp there a everywhere a pimp pimp
this grades the quiz-so there it is.