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 phases to enter the 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 ears of my so
they know and I we all know day hey yo-
day come and me wanna 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 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
binito-but I finished
till I like to flip side rhymes cause the rhythm deminished.

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

try to win the before 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 better get flows to counter act what done
proceed more stunts cause I'm like a street, son
we go and step back as I shop
pronounced to break necks of those who stop
one who does better they ain't found
and if someone else tries to step: I knock that ass
the bigger the batter the bigger the is
whenever you this nigga is gettin his
be real and don't kill my walk with your thought
and answer that boss-
cause that's when you
keep on losing, amusing tactics
I came to earn more than Saint Patrick
and I backs if you get caught frontin'
never bought a 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 my laddin
coming to your brain I would on a sheet
I respond no distraction when I see one
fatter than so what's happennin'?
it's not you from, it's just how you come
my stacks will get rough to bake
get enough to my men like idie midie
look in the membrane because I am a righty
these-
you'll catch follies if you
I make shanks to stick fakes I'm dank and quaint
wack shit puritian surround ineffectual
I get um-blunt like the heart of homosexuals.
not for sex when you the intersection you're damaged
get bruised and what you look for
bad
busted a few more than two
a slew of ass phonies,
bust their
try,
you'll catch my Vans in 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 you'll go out beta max
next to Tajai cause I the greater stacks.

Be boom-
bob your head to this,
socidle,
idle chatter never off the lips of this writter
not be the greater innovater of the mind scheme
but my is like the visine: it gets your eyes opening.
this raggedy andy gets dandy like a lion in the
while the blows steam like a kettle
the hip to the hop
I make up flip I get drastic
stepping with their moods but flows are pornographic
and man with the vocal making the locals go
the regal rhyming speech substan-nance for the
get frisky with the phrases like you praises a deity
the one with liberated
-control for
got style much got a body child
Hieroglyphics gonna flip the rhythm for the
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 attention I'm the master of convention
kick the wigidy ye style be stutering
like smiley
skipping singles down your to bad it seems you try me
and I can make it play down into conscienceness
plus wondering extinguish all them myths
optimistic, stylistic, I'm swift like murcury
me
I show got the gift.

People call me Snupe: that's I'm living fat
call me nasty: that's because I eat the cat
and I swing a bat to knuckle heads, leaving dead
said
never cause I my head
better on the top of my head,
flakky
if this was a peel then Bodasa couldn't me
or me
cause Betty Crocker's oven hot enough
if you spread the skins
then I got of stuff
got it? enough-gotta lick it twice
why here's a fly rep
I kept my ladder
I had a fatter flow to be on
now it's just a smidgen a pidgeon I be shittin' on
on a futon...
slip the larger on
I'm the type of brotha that ya have to keep ya on

I'm sorry cause I didn't to dis you
I could hook a hoe and um blow like I was tissue
mary had a little lamb, 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
moving in on the top of my you don't stop
a pimp there a pimp everywhere a pimp pimp
this A-plus the quiz-so there it is.