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

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The rest is empty with no brain but the clever
The best emcee with no chain ya ever
Take it the Tec-9 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 Jack got her it's not an act stack
about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka

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

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

Man, please, the is made of panties
From the age of baby hooches on to the
Ban me the dough rake,
The flow make her shake, patty 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 an' ghost her
She could mind the toaster if she sign the

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

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

Off sides like how work rides with
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 nigga go? Figaro,