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

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The rest is empty with no but the clever nerd
The best emcee with no ya ever heard
Take it from the holder
They bit and don't the next sign from Shyanola

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

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

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

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

For fake, if he was Anita man
take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand
On some ol' ya ma'am an' ghost her
She could mind the if she sign the poster

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

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

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