Luyện nghe bài hát Check My Vernacular

[maestro wes]
My rhymes are stinging a killer bee
My cometition are wishing killing me
For my similies and
garbage, but I'm the largest
With the hardest style to
Check your cartridge, on tech-niques
Wes speaks, over the beats
Fresh 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 laugh because styles are scrupulous
My body is my temple, my is my nucleus
A great exapmle of allah's
You're moving to the sounds of my fat
I'm simply spectacular, like an acura
Yo, my vernacular

You to devote more...
Time into rhyming if you're for dope scores of folklore
a style and grow with it
Be prolific solicit
Be scientific, if it's go visit
The department of labour, the harder
You can't savour, do rap a favour be a
In the front row, where the go
the chumps know you can't flow
Plus, too gun ho
My rhymes are bionic, far demonic
My are supersonic, you're embryonic
I you like insecticide or pesticide
Let's the best vibe for wes to ride
Cool, time for me to synchronize and highs (for my enterprise)
I'm simply spectacular, like an acura
Yo, my vernacular

Break it

I'm than the philharmonics with my killer phonics
And melodic, shit I'm fucking iller than a fill of
On the streets I'm known, I use a sheet to
On the sneak, simone
Thicker hagan dasz, bitches stop and pause
Niggas yards, pass me cars, I'm knocking jaws
Biter flee, me
Wrecking title gee, 'cause inside of me is like b
I'm a whirlwind, fireballs I'm and swirling
No discussion, I'm walls of berlin
many thesauruses, pleny clitoruses
Ready to score this, huh, packing punch like terry norrises