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

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The rest is with no brain but the clever nerd
The best with no chain ya ever heard
Take it from the holder
They bit and don't know the 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 the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka

Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra toppa
Star shit stoppa be a smart
Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to
But a know there's 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, stronger in the other voice
We make the joints that 'em spread 'em butta moist

Man, please, the stage is made of
From the age of baby on to the grannies
Ban me the dough rake,
The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, cake

For fake, if he was Anita man
He'd her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand
On some ol' thank ya an' ghost her
She mind the toaster if she sign the poster

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

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

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