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 a day light come
I plum forgot what a wack was
because I buzz like a bee in the of my peers so
they and I know we all know day hey yo-
day light come and me go home-

no tool, no Smith and
an oppisite so I can pop a bit of
on the mic when I get on the mic
"pee-pee--pee-ping!"
I a bit on the mic
and I it-
like the Gulf or World War II
d-e-l say and straight slay anyone who
makes when I make um heel
off the anwsers 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 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
stronger 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 negative
that my rep crew I let loose negative
so you better get flows to act what we've 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 won't
artist-the one who does better they found
and if someone else tries to step: I knock ass down
the the batter the bigger 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 that's you lost
keep on losing, amusing 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 sugar crisp to get
so what with two sylabols-it's just the

I steals Souls that try to steal my
coming to your brain like I would on a
I respond with no when I see one
fatter than re-run so happennin'?
not where you from, it's just how you come
correct my stacks will get rough to
get phucked enough to my men like idie
look in the enough because I am a righty
fight
you'll follies if you folly
I make shanks to stick I'm dank and you're quaint
wack puritian surround like ineffectual
I get um-blunt style the heart of homosexuals.
not for sex you cross the intersection you're damaged
get bruised and what you look for
bad
busted a few more than two
a of sold ass phonies,
bust cohonies
try,
you'll catch my Vans in your
that's if my bankrupt though I doubt
how do you to convert me in time
but I seize more than those candies-nothing by me
so them tracks-
and you'll go out like max
next to Tajai cause I kicks the stacks.

Be deep
bob your head to this,
socidle,
idle chatter slips off the lips of this writter
not be the greater innovater of the mind scheme
but my style is like the visine: it your eyes opening.
this raggedy andy gets like a lion in the meadow
the teapot blows steam like a kettle
the hip to the hop
I make up flip I get drastic
stepping with their moods but their flows are
and man with the vocal making the go insane
the regal rhyming substan-nance for the brain
get frisky with the phrases like you praises a deity
the one with liberated
for infinity
got style much slimma-kids' got a body
Hieroglyphics gonna the rhythm for the meanwhile
articulate my lingo as I linger in my of speech
and I could keep poppin cause I'm trying to
a smidgen of religion to the
listen, pay attention I'm the master of this
kick the wigidy ye style be stutering
just smiley
skipping singles down your satur-dreams to bad it you try me
and I can make it down into extreme conscienceness
plus wondering extinguish all them myths
optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm like murcury
me
I I've got the gift.

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

I'm sorry cause I mean to dis you
I hook a hoe and make um blow like I was tissue
had a little 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: let's go
dip dip as I'm live
moving in on the top of my you don't stop
here a there a pimp everywhere a pimp pimp
this grades the quiz-so there it is.