Luyện nghe bài hát Burnt

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

no tool, no and Wesson
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
will say and straight slay anyone who
makes advances when I um heel
peel off the anwsers when i'm drilling in skull like a beaver
binito-but I ain't
till I like to flip side rhymes the rhythm gets deminished.

I would if I but I ain't cause 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 like a side bar

try to win the lottery you try to slaughter me
I'm not the g
to be to
let negative bones
my rep crew I let loose negative tones
so you get flows to counter 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 who won't stop
artist-the one who better they ain't found
and if else tries to step: I knock that ass down
the bigger the batter the the fatter is
whenever you this nigga is gettin his
be real and don't kill my walk your next thought
and answer that boss-
that's when you lost
keep on losing, amusing many
I came to earn more green than Patrick
and I make if you get caught frontin'
never a Newport but I'm on the button.

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

I steals Souls that try to my laddin
coming to brain like I would on a sheet
I respond no distraction when I see one
fatter than so what's happennin'?
it's not where you from, it's how you come
my stacks will get rough to bake
get enough to my men like idie midie
look in the enough because I am a righty
these-
you'll catch if you folly
I make shanks to stick I'm dank and you're quaint
wack shit puritian like 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
a few much 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 than those gets by me
so play tracks-
and you'll go out beta max
next to Tajai cause I kicks the stacks.

Be deep
bob head to this, mischievous
socidle,
idle chatter never slips off the lips of 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 like a lion in the meadow
the teapot blows steam like a kettle
the hip to the hop
I make up flip when I get
stepping with their moods but flows are pornographic
and man with the vocal the locals go insane
the regal rhyming speech substan-nance for the
get frisky with the phrases like you praises like a
the one liberated souls
-control for
got style much slimma-kids' got a body
Hieroglyphics gonna flip the for the meanwhile
articulate my lingo as I in my medium of speech
and I could poppin cause I'm trying to teach
a smidgen of religion to the
listen, pay attention I'm the of this convention
kick the wigidy ye style be stutering
just like
skipping down your satur-dreams to bad it seems you try me
and I can make it play into extreme conscienceness
plus your wondering extinguish all myths
optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift like
me
I I've got the gift.

People me Snupe: 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 I cock my head
better 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 spread the
I got alot of stuff
got it? enough-gotta lick it twice
why here's a fly rep
I kept my ladder
I had a fatter to be hittin on
now it's a smidgen like a pidgeon I be shittin' on
on a futon...
slip the roots on
I'm the type of brotha that ya have to keep ya on

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