Luyện nghe bài hát Burnt

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

no tool, no and Wesson
just an 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 slay anyone who
makes advances when I make um
peel off the anwsers i'm drilling in your skull like a beaver
I ain't finished
till I like to side rhymes cause the rhythm gets deminished.

I would if I could but I ain't cause I'm
time for me to lay the law: who's raw?
you saw the blues and the 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 loose bones
that my rep crew I let loose negative
so you better get to counter act what we've done
proceed more stunts cause I'm like a street, son
we go and step as I wreck shop
pronounced to break necks of those who won't
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 bigger the is
whenever you this nigga is gettin his
be real and don't my walk with your next thought
and answer that boss-
cause that's when you
keep on losing, amusing many
I came to earn more than Saint Patrick
and I backs 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 the positive

I steals Souls that try to my laddin
coming to your like I would on a sheet
I respond with no distraction I see one
fatter than re-run so happennin'?
it's not where you from, just how you come
correct my stacks get rough to bake
get phucked enough to my men like midie
look in the membrane enough I am a righty
these-
you'll catch follies if you
I shanks to stick fakes I'm dank and you're quaint
wack shit surround like ineffectual
I get um-blunt style like the of homosexuals.
not for sex when you cross the intersection you're
get bruised knuckles and you look for
bad
busted a few much than two
a of sold ass phonies,
bust their
try,
you'll catch my Vans in your
if my bankrupt slips though I doubt
how do you want to me in time
but I seize more than candies-nothing gets by me
so play tracks-
and go out like beta max
to Tajai cause I kicks the greater stacks.

Be deep
bob your head to this,
socidle,
idle chatter never slips off the lips of writter
might not be the innovater of the mind scheme
but my style is like the visine: it your eyes opening.
this raggedy andy gets dandy a lion in the meadow
while the teapot blows 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 with the vocal making the go insane
the rhyming speech substan-nance for the brain
get frisky with the phrases like you like a deity
the one with souls
-control for
got style much slimma-kids' got a body
Hieroglyphics gonna flip the rhythm for the
articulate my lingo as I in my medium of speech
and I keep poppin cause I'm trying to teach
a smidgen of to the fraudulant
listen, pay attention I'm the master of convention
kick the wigidy while ye style be
just smiley
singles down your satur-dreams to bad it seems you try me
and I can make it play down into conscienceness
plus your wondering extinguish all myths
optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift like
me
I I've got the gift.

People call me Snupe: that's because I'm fat
People call me nasty: that's I eat the cat
and I swing a bat to heads, leaving devils dead
never
never cause I cock my
dreadlock on the top of my head,
never
if this was a peel then couldn't shake me
or me
cause Betty oven isn't hot enough
if you spread the skins
then I got of stuff
got it? tough-got enough-gotta lick it
why step? a fly rep
I kept my step
I had a fatter flow to be on
now it's just a smidgen a pidgeon I be shittin' on
on a futon...
slip the roots on
I'm the type of brotha that ya to keep ya boots on

I'm sorry I didn't 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 didn't mean hoes, yo I women
If she got the pooh, I got the trunks: go swimming
dip dip as I'm live
moving in on the top of my jock you don't
a pimp there a pimp everywhere a pimp pimp
this grades the quiz-so there it is.