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

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

Everything that coulda ain't this
Let me think, don't let a faint get
A of Jack 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
shit stoppa be a smart shoppa
Shot a cop day around the way 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 spit venom 'em got a lot of shit with 'em
Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the voice
We the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta moist

Man, please, the is made of panties
From the age of baby 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
He'd take her for her masters, hit it an' shake her hand
On some ol' thank ya ma'am an' her
She could mind the if she sign the poster

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

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

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