Luyện nghe bài hát Figaro (Madlib's Stones Throw 101 Remix)

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The rest is with no brain but the clever nerd
The best emcee with no chain ya heard
Take it the Tec-9 holder
They bit and don't the next sign from Shyanola

that coulda ain't this scale
Let me think, don't let a get Ishmael
A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act
about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka

Villainy, feel him in ya chakra chart toppa
Star shit stoppa be a smart
Shot a cop day the way 'bout to stay
But who'd a know there's two mo' that where the shooter go

'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, 'em
Let 'em spit venom 'em got a lot of shit with 'em
Let the rhythm hit 'em, stronger in the other voice
We make the joints that 'em spread 'em butta moist

Man, please, the stage is of panties
From the age of hooches on to the grannies
Ban me the rake, daddy
The flow make her shake, patty cake, patty cake

For fake, if he was Baker's man
He'd take her for her masters, hit it an' shake her hand
On some ol' thank ya an' ghost her
She could mind the toaster if she sign the

A whole host of coaster riders
Not tracks, hot enuff black
It's too hot to handle, you got sandals
Who ya? Who got you new spots to vandal?

Do not stand still, both show
but no crills, toast for po' ills, post no bills
Coast to coast Joe Shmoes ill, go chill
Not to overdose, no doz pills

Off like how work rides with Starfleet
Off pride now talk wide though scar meat
Told ya, on get rich shit
As he get older he gets colder a witches tit
This is it, no mistakes, where my nigga go? Figaro, Figaro