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

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

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

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

'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, 'em
Let 'em spit said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em
Let the hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice
We make the joints make '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 make her fatty 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 ol' thank ya ma'am an' ghost her
She could the toaster if she sign the poster

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

Do not stand still, both skills
Close but no crills, for po' ills, post no bills
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 talk wide though scar
Told ya, on some get rich
As he get he gets colder than a witches tit
This is it, make no mistakes, where my go? Figaro, Figaro