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 best emcee with no chain ya heard
it from the Tec-9 holder
They bit and don't know the next from Shyanola

Everything that ain't this scale
Let me think, don't let a get Ishmael
A of Jack 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 shit stoppa be a smart
Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to
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 said 'em got a lot of shit 'em
Let the rhythm hit 'em, stronger in the other voice
We the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta moist

Man, please, the stage is made of
the age of baby 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 once an' her hand
On some ol' thank ya an' ghost her
She could mind the if she sign the poster

A whole of roller coaster riders
Not enough tracks, hot black
It's too hot to handle, you got sandals
Who ya? Who got you new spots to vandal?

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

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