Luyện nghe bài hát Check My Vernacular

[maestro fresh
My rhymes are stinging like a bee
My cometition are wishing that me
For my and solioquies
They garbage, but I'm the
With the hardest style to
Check your cartridge, on your
Wes speaks, over the best
until the next week
I'm outlandish, I bandage the mic anguish
I'm sturdy doing the dirty language
And, it's for me to raise my velocity
No animosity, my a prophecy
Hipocracy, no the cameleon
How old are you evein(? ), they rhyming comedians
They make me because they styles are scrupulous
My body is my temple, my brain is my
A great of allah's perfection
You're moving to the sounds of my fat
I'm simply spectacular, like an acura
Yo, check my

You need to more...
Time into if you're hoping for dope scores of folklore
Creating a style and with it
Be prolific solicit
Be scientific, if it's wack go
The of labour, the harder flavour
You can't savour, do rap a favour be a
In the row, where the stunts go
'cause the chumps know you flow
Plus, too gun ho
My are bionic, far from demonic
My phonics are supersonic, embryonic
I you like insecticide or pesticide
Let's decide the vibe for wes to ride
Cool, time for me to bass and highs (for my enterprise)
I'm simply spectacular, like an acura
Yo, my vernacular

Break it

I'm smoother than the philharmonics with my phonics
And melodic, shit I'm iller than a fill of chornic
On the streets I'm known, I use a to bone
On the sneak, simone
Thicker than hagan dasz, bitches stop and
stocking yards, pass me cars, I'm knocking jaws
Biter flee, me
title gee, 'cause inside of me is like hepatitis b
I'm a whirlwind, fireballs I'm hurling and
No discussion, I'm crushing of berlin
Seen many thesauruses, clitoruses
Ready to score with this, huh, packing like terry norrises