Luyện nghe bài hát Check My Vernacular

[maestro fresh
My rhymes are like a killer bee
My are wishing that killing me
For my similies and
They garbage, but I'm the
the hardest style to disregard
Check your cartridge, on your
Wes speaks, the best beats
Fresh until the week
I'm outlandish, I bandage the mic anguish
I'm sturdy when the dirty language
And, time for me to raise my velocity
No animosity, my a prophecy
Hipocracy, no the cameleon
How old are you evein(? ), they rhyming like
They make me laugh because they styles are
My is my temple, my brain is my nucleus
A great exapmle of perfection
You're to the sounds of my fat selection
I'm spectacular, smooth like an acura
Yo, check my

You to devote more...
Time into rhyming if you're hoping for scores of folklore
Creating a style and grow it
Be prolific don't
Be scientific, if wack go visit
The of labour, the harder flavour
You savour, do rap a favour be a waver
In the row, where the stunts go
'cause the chumps know you can't
Plus, too gun ho
My are bionic, far from demonic
My phonics are supersonic, you're
I spray you insecticide or pesticide
decide 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, check my

Break it

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