Luyện nghe bài hát Check My Vernacular

[maestro wes]
My rhymes are stinging a killer bee
My cometition are that killing me
For my similies and
garbage, but I'm the largest
With the style to disregard
Check cartridge, on your tech-niques
Wes speaks, over the beats
Fresh until the next
I'm outlandish, I bandage the mic bringing
I'm sturdy when doing the language
And, time for me to raise my velocity
No animosity, my a prophecy
Hipocracy, no the cameleon
How old are you evein(? ), they like 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 to the sounds of my fat selection
I'm simply spectacular, smooth like an
Yo, my vernacular

You to devote more...
into rhyming if you're hoping for dope scores of folklore
Creating a style and with it
Be don't solicit
Be scientific, if it's wack go
The department of labour, the harder
You savour, do rap a favour be a waver
In the front row, the stunts go
'cause the chumps know you can't
Plus, too gun ho
My rhymes are bionic, far demonic
My phonics are supersonic, embryonic
I spray you insecticide or pesticide
Let's decide the best vibe for wes to
Cool, for me to synchronize bass and highs (for my enterprise)
I'm spectacular, smooth like an acura
Yo, check my

Break it

I'm smoother 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
flee, recognizing me
Wrecking gee, 'cause inside of me is like hepatitis b
I'm a whirlwind, I'm hurling and swirling
No discussion, I'm walls of berlin
Seen many thesauruses, pleny
Ready to score with this, huh, packing punch terry norrises