Luyện nghe bài hát Fa Sho Fo Real

I can't my thoughts,
My mind spirals until the stops,
Hoot and the rock.
Inspired by the biters who try us on for
Disguised as rappez, but the are to massive.
My has elasticity,
I bounce and take a new shape,
You get with me.
A writer,
My has the capacity,
To mc's.
They reach inside of themselves a empty space,
They'll never victory.
I'm sick of these fake ass
They all bitches.
I kick rhymes enriching hip-hop, with a-plus on my back we the
World.

[a-plus] gonna shock the world...gonna shock the

whatcha say now.

[a-plus] opio gonna shock the world, a-plus gonna the world

[tajai] say,

souls of mischief in tha house.

A-plus a doubt for real,
If you without the skill to it out
Get ass the cuttin'.
You steady in your frontin'
And y'all can on bluffin' but I gotta little somethin'.
You ain't know I got.
Who do you think is,
When I rhyme I'm like like your daddy on one of my kids.
at this,
Another that's caught up in mix.
Hieroglyphics it out.
And now we all up in shit.

calculted,
rated,
People be talkin' but I don't trip and I they hated.
But I be my business
And as ty as my witness,
We won't die we get these meal tickets.
Now I'm a let you how it's gonna go fo sho.
I doe, unveil the mack show.
And no problem,
You got a go call em
Tell him withdraw cause we that they ain't really [ ? ],
on y'all.

We satisfaction
If they up action,
Ain't a for slack, cause time is money baby.
I can' it back,
to many stacs, jocci,
J-biz we martini & rossi,
gainin' no speed,
Smokin' no ty weed,
Straight style with the hash block,
Cash knots in my would knock to blast.
I put the e-q to ten,
Reminisin' about the lastnight.
for this fool to bend a coner,
A partner hit the gas like a champ, this...
drums and that phat ass base line hummin'.
Thinkin' about up before the summer hit.
Then bubblin' around my for doublin' shows,
So promoters us more then four biggies with hos.
And shapes for the souls, e-s-o-'s fine,
Diamonds around my is bliss,
like this y'all.

Punks perpetrate rudeboy,
I roll with hiero...glypics here to make the circulate.
Sous of man you no we comin' for you with foldger's,
Keepin' flows up until they smolder and crackle.
Like you in the back of your mind,
You hear fiendish cackle of mine,
I've it many times.
And I'm a say it again but unseen,
y'all niggaz be sweatin'
Constantly me.
I amongst thieves who will bite these,
But they rhymes be spindly weight defficient.
I them shorter then viscious,
them are weak,
Cause I gots to pull they hem up also known the way i
Do it watch,
Get shot.
It's all the body rock, it don't stop y'all.