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 mazes-play
two a day with the dayo
day, hey, hey ho with a day come
I forgot what a wack rhyme was
I buzz 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 go home-

no tool, no Smith and
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 or World War II
d-e-l will say and straight anyone who
makes when I make um heel
off the anwsers when i'm drilling in your skull like a beaver
binito-but I ain't
till I like to side 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 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 negative bones
that my rep crew I let negative tones
so you better get flows to act what we've done
proceed more cause I'm hard like a street, son
we go and step back as I shop
pronounced to break necks of who won't stop
artist-the one who does better they ain't
and if someone else tries to step: I that ass down
the bigger the batter the the fatter is
you figure this nigga is gettin his
be real and don't kill my walk with your thought
and answer that boss-
cause when you lost
on losing, amusing many tactics
I came to earn more green than Saint
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 the positive

I steals that try to steal my laddin
coming to your brain like I on a sheet
I respond no distraction when I see one
fatter re-run so what's happennin'?
it's not where you from, it's just how you
correct my stacks will get rough to
get phucked enough to my men like midie
in the membrane enough because I am a righty
fight
you'll catch if you folly
I make shanks to stick fakes I'm dank and you're
wack shit puritian like ineffectual
I get style like the heart of homosexuals.
not for sex you cross the intersection you're damaged
get bruised knuckles and what you for
bad
a few much more than two
a slew of ass phonies,
bust cohonies
try,
catch 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 candies-nothing gets by me
so play them
and you'll go out beta max
next to Tajai cause I kicks the stacks.

Be boom-
bob your to this, mischievous
socidle,
idle chatter never slips off the lips of this
might not be the greater of the mind scheme
but my style is the visine: it gets your eyes opening.
this raggedy andy gets dandy a lion in the meadow
while the teapot blows steam a kettle
the hip to the hop
I make up flip when I get
stepping their moods but their flows are pornographic
and man with the vocal making the go insane
the regal rhyming speech for the brain
get with the phrases like you praises like a deity
the one with souls
-control for
got style much slimma-kids' got a body
gonna flip the rhythm for the meanwhile
articulate my lingo as I 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 while ye style be stutering
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 swift like
me
I show got the gift.

People me Snupe: that's because I'm living fat
People call me nasty: that's I eat the cat
and I swing a bat to knuckle heads, leaving devils
said
never cause I my head
dreadlock on the top of my head,
never
if this was a peel then Bodasa couldn't me
or me
Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot enough
if you wanna spread the
I got alot of stuff
got it? enough-gotta lick it twice
why here's a fly rep
I my step ladder
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 larger on
I'm the type of brotha ya have to keep ya boots on

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