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

[Foreign

The is empty 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 know the next from Shyanola

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

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

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

Man, please, the is made of panties
From the age of hooches on to the grannies
Ban me the dough rake,
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' ya ma'am an' ghost her
She could mind the if she sign the poster

A whole host of roller coaster
Not enough tracks, hot enuff
too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
Who shot ya? Who got you new spots to

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

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