Luyện nghe bài hát Check My Vernacular

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My rhymes are stinging like a bee
My are wishing that killing me
For my similies and
They garbage, but I'm the
With the style to disregard
Check your cartridge, on tech-niques
Wes speaks, over the best
Fresh until the next
I'm outlandish, I bandage the mic bringing
I'm sturdy doing the dirty language
And, it's time for me to raise my
No animosity, my a prophecy
Hipocracy, no the cameleon
How old are you evein(? ), they like comedians
They make me laugh because they are scrupulous
My is my temple, my brain is my nucleus
A exapmle of allah's perfection
You're moving to the sounds of my fat
I'm simply spectacular, smooth like an
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 wack go visit
The of labour, the harder flavour
You can't savour, do rap a favour be a
In the front row, the stunts go
'cause the chumps you can't flow
Plus, too gun ho
My rhymes are bionic, far demonic
My phonics are supersonic, embryonic
I spray you insecticide or pesticide
decide the best vibe for wes to ride
Cool, time for me to bass and highs (for my enterprise)
I'm simply spectacular, smooth an acura
Yo, check my

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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 sheet to
On the sneak, dominique
than hagan dasz, bitches stop and pause
Niggas stocking yards, 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 walls of berlin
Seen many thesauruses, pleny
Ready to score with this, huh, packing punch terry norrises