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 from

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

Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra toppa
Star shit stoppa be a shoppa
Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to
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 shit 'em
Let the hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice
We make the joints make 'em spread 'em butta moist

Man, please, the is made of panties
the age of baby hooches on to the grannies
Ban me the rake, daddy
The flow her fatty 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 ol' thank ya ma'am an' ghost her
She could mind the if she sign the poster

A whole host of coaster riders
Not tracks, hot enuff black
It's too hot to handle, you got blue
Who shot ya? Who got you new to vandal?

Do not stand still, both show
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 work rides with
Off pride like now talk wide though meat
Told ya, on get rich shit
As he get older he gets than a witches tit
This is it, make no mistakes, my nigga go? Figaro, Figaro