Luyện nghe bài hát Burnt

Mista, twista, get ya
every single time when I rhyme I know so I flow
with tha gifted tounge, an encriptic
new phases to the mazes-play this
two times a day with the
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
know and I know we all know day hey yo-
day light and me wanna go home-

no tool, no Smith and
just an 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-
Just like the or World War II
d-e-l will say and straight slay who
makes advances when I um heel
peel off the anwsers when i'm drilling in your like a beaver
binito-but I finished
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 down the who's raw?
you saw the and the shoes 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 counter act what we've
proceed stunts cause I'm hard like a street, son
we go and back as I wreck shop
pronounced to break of those who won't stop
artist-the one who does they ain't found
and if someone else tries to I knock that ass down
the the batter the bigger the fatter is
whenever you figure this is gettin his
be real and don't kill my walk with your thought
and answer that your
that's when you lost
keep on losing, many tactics
I to earn more green than Saint Patrick
and I make if you get caught frontin'
never bought a but I'm on the button.

I no sugar crisp to get swift
so what two sylabols-it's just the positive

I steals Souls try to steal my laddin
coming to your brain like I on a sheet
I respond with no distraction I see one
fatter than re-run so what's
it's not you from, it's just how you come
my stacks will get rough to bake
get phucked enough to my men like idie
look in the membrane because I am a righty
these-
you'll catch if you folly
I shanks to stick fakes I'm dank and you're quaint
wack shit puritian surround ineffectual
I get um-blunt style like the of homosexuals.
not for sex when you cross the you're damaged
get knuckles and what you look for
bad
busted a few more than two
a of sold ass phonies,
bust their
try,
you'll my Vans in your highnee
that's if my bankrupt slips though I
how do you to convert me in time
but I seize more those candies-nothing gets by me
so them tracks-
and you'll go out beta max
next to Tajai cause I the greater stacks.

Be deep
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 like the visine: it gets eyes opening.
this raggedy andy gets dandy a lion in the meadow
while the blows steam like a kettle
the hip to the hop
I up flip when I get drastic
stepping with moods but their flows are pornographic
and man the vocal making the locals go insane
the regal rhyming speech for the brain
get frisky with the like you praises like a deity
the one with souls
for infinity
got style much slimma-kids' got a child
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 I'm the master of this convention
kick the while ye style be stutering
just smiley
skipping singles your satur-dreams to bad it seems you try me
and I can make it play down extreme conscienceness
your wondering extinguish all them myths
optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift murcury
me
I show got the gift.

People call me Snupe: that's because I'm fat
People call me nasty: because I eat the cat
and I swing a bat to knuckle heads, devils dead
never
never cause I my head
dreadlock on the top of my head,
never
if was a peel then Bodasa couldn't shake me
or me
cause Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot
if you wanna the skins
then I got 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 like a pidgeon 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 didn't 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 hoes
Yo-I didn't mean hoes, yo I meant
If she got the pooh, I got the trunks: go swimming
dip dip as I'm live
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 quiz-so it is.