Luyện nghe bài hát Burnt

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

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 Gulf or War II
d-e-l say and straight slay anyone who
makes advances 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 flip side rhymes the rhythm gets deminished.

I if I could but I ain't cause I'm dank
time for me to lay down the law: who's
you saw the blues and the of the writer
than a siskel 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 crew I let loose tones
so you better get flows to counter act what we've
more stunts 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
one who does better they ain't found
and if someone else tries to I knock that ass down
the bigger the batter the bigger the is
you figure this nigga is gettin his
be real and don't kill my walk with next thought
and that your boss-
cause that's you lost
keep on losing, many tactics
I came to earn more green than Patrick
and I make if you get caught frontin'
bought a Newport 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 that try to my laddin
to your brain like I would on a sheet
I respond with no distraction I see one
fatter re-run so what's happennin'?
it's not where you from, just how you come
correct my will get rough to bake
get enough to my men like idie midie
look in the enough because I am a righty
fight
you'll follies if you folly
I make shanks to stick fakes I'm dank and quaint
wack shit puritian surround ineffectual
I get um-blunt style like the of homosexuals.
not for sex when you cross the intersection damaged
get bruised knuckles and you look for
bad
busted a few more than two
a slew of ass phonies,
their cohonies
try,
you'll catch my in your highnee
if my bankrupt slips though I doubt
how do you to convert me in time
but I seize more those candies-nothing gets by me
so play tracks-
and go out like 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
might not be the greater of the mind scheme
but my style is like the visine: it gets your 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 when I get
stepping with moods but their flows are pornographic
and man the vocal making the locals go insane
the regal rhyming substan-nance for the brain
get frisky with the phrases you praises like a deity
the one with liberated
-control for
got style slimma-kids' got a body child
Hieroglyphics gonna flip the for the meanwhile
articulate my 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 master of this
the wigidy while ye style be stutering
just like
skipping down your satur-dreams to bad it seems you try me
and I can make it play down extreme conscienceness
plus your wondering extinguish all myths
optimistic, stylistic, I'm swift like murcury
me
I show got the gift.

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

I'm sorry cause I mean to dis you
I could hook a hoe and make um blow I was tissue
mary had a little lamb, got a lot of doe
in my garden,
schylar got a hoes
Yo-I mean hoes, yo I meant 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 pimp a pimp pimp
this A-plus grades the quiz-so it is.