Luyện nghe bài hát Burnt

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

no tool, no Smith and
just an 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 slay who
makes advances when I 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 side cause the rhythm gets deminished.

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

try to win the lottery before you try to me
I'm not the g
to be to
let loose bones
that my rep I let loose negative tones
so you better get flows to act what we've done
proceed stunts cause I'm hard like a street, son
we go and back as I wreck shop
pronounced to break necks of those who won't
artist-the one who does better ain't found
and if someone else tries to step: I knock ass down
the bigger the the bigger the fatter is
you figure this nigga is gettin his
be and don't kill my walk with your next thought
and answer that boss-
cause that's when you
keep on losing, amusing many
I came to earn more than Saint Patrick
and I make backs if you get caught
bought 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 try to steal my laddin
coming to your brain I would on a sheet
I respond with no distraction I see one
fatter than re-run so happennin'?
it's not where you from, just how you come
my stacks will get rough to bake
get phucked enough to my men idie midie
look in the enough because I am a righty
fight
you'll follies if you folly
I shanks to stick fakes I'm dank and you're quaint
wack shit puritian surround ineffectual
I get um-blunt like the heart of homosexuals.
not for sex when you cross the intersection you're
get bruised and what you look for
bad
busted a few much more two
a of sold ass phonies,
their cohonies
try,
you'll my Vans in your highnee
that's if my bankrupt though I doubt
how do you want to me in time
but I seize more than those gets by me
so them tracks-
and go out like beta max
next to Tajai cause I the greater stacks.

Be boom-
bob head to this, mischievous
socidle,
idle chatter never slips off the of this writter
might not be the greater of the mind scheme
but my style is like the it gets your eyes opening.
this raggedy andy gets dandy like a in the meadow
while the teapot blows like a kettle
the hip to the hop
I make up flip when I get
stepping with their moods but their flows are
and man with the vocal the locals go insane
the regal rhyming substan-nance for the brain
get frisky with the phrases like you praises like a
the one liberated souls
for infinity
got style much slimma-kids' got a body
Hieroglyphics gonna flip the rhythm for the
my lingo as I linger in my medium of speech
and I could keep poppin I'm trying to teach
a smidgen of religion to the
listen, pay attention I'm the of this convention
kick the wigidy while ye style be
like smiley
skipping singles down your satur-dreams to bad it you try me
and I can make it play down into conscienceness
plus your wondering extinguish all them
optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift murcury
me
I show got the gift.

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

I'm sorry cause I mean to dis you
I could hook a hoe and make um like I was tissue
mary had a lamb, Adam got a lot of doe
in my garden,
schylar got a lotta
Yo-I didn't 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 you don't stop
here a pimp there a everywhere a pimp pimp
this A-plus the quiz-so there it is.