Luyện nghe bài hát Burnt

Mista, twista, get ya
every time when I rhyme like I know so I flow
tha gifted tounge, an encriptic 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 what a rhyme was
because I buzz like a bee in the of my peers so
they know and I we all know day hey yo-
day light 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 or World War II
d-e-l say and straight slay anyone who
advances when I make um heel
peel off the when i'm drilling in your skull like a beaver
binito-but I finished
till I like to flip side rhymes the rhythm gets deminished.

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

try to win the before you try to slaughter me
I'm not the g
to be to
let negative bones
that my rep I let loose negative tones
so you better get flows to act what we've done
proceed more stunts cause I'm hard a street, son
we go and step back as I wreck
pronounced to necks of those who won't stop
artist-the one who does better ain't found
and if else tries to step: I knock that ass down
the bigger the batter the bigger the is
whenever you figure this is gettin his
be real and kill my walk with your next thought
and answer that boss-
cause when you lost
on losing, amusing many tactics
I to earn more green than Saint 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 steal my
coming to your brain I would on a sheet
I with no distraction when I see one
fatter than re-run so happennin'?
it's not where you from, it's how you come
correct my stacks will get rough to
get phucked enough to my men idie midie
look in the membrane because I am a righty
these-
you'll follies if you folly
I make shanks to stick I'm dank and you're quaint
wack shit puritian surround like
I get style like the heart of homosexuals.
not for sex when you cross the you're damaged
get bruised and what you look for
bad
busted a few more than two
a of sold ass phonies,
bust their
try,
you'll catch my in your highnee
that's if my bankrupt though I doubt
how do you want to convert me in
but I seize more those candies-nothing gets by me
so play them
and you'll go out beta max
next to Tajai cause I the greater stacks.

Be boom-
bob your to this, mischievous
socidle,
idle chatter 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.
this raggedy andy gets dandy like a lion in the
while the teapot steam like a kettle
the hip to the hop
I make up flip I get drastic
stepping their moods but their flows are pornographic
and man with the vocal making the go insane
the regal speech substan-nance for the brain
get frisky with the phrases like you like a deity
the one with souls
for infinity
got style slimma-kids' got a body child
Hieroglyphics flip the rhythm for the meanwhile
my lingo as I linger in my medium of speech
and I could poppin cause I'm trying to teach
a smidgen of to the fraudulant
listen, pay attention I'm the of this convention
the wigidy while ye style be stutering
just like
skipping singles down your satur-dreams to bad it you try me
and I can make it play down into conscienceness
plus wondering extinguish all them myths
optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift like
me
I show got the gift.

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

I'm sorry I didn't mean to dis you
I could hook a hoe and um blow like I was tissue
had a little lamb, Adam got a lot of doe
in my garden,
schylar got a hoes
Yo-I didn't mean hoes, yo I women
If she got the pooh, I got the trunks: let's go
dip dip as I'm live
moving in on the top of my you don't stop
here a pimp a pimp everywhere a pimp pimp
this grades the quiz-so there it is.