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

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

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

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

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

Man, please, the stage is of panties
From the age of baby hooches on to the
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 once an' her hand
On some ol' ya ma'am an' ghost her
She could the toaster if she sign the poster

A whole host of roller coaster
Not tracks, hot enuff 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 like how work rides with
Off pride now talk wide though scar meat
Told ya, on get rich shit
As he get older he gets colder than a tit
This is it, make no mistakes, where my nigga go? Figaro,