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 heard
Take it from the Tec-9
They bit and don't the next sign from Shyanola

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

Villainy, feel him in ya chakra chart toppa
Star stoppa be a smart shoppa
Shot a cop day the way 'bout to stay
But who'd a know there's two mo' that 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 hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice
We make the joints that 'em spread 'em butta moist

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

For fake, if he was Baker's man
He'd take her for her masters, hit it an' shake her hand
On some ol' thank ya ma'am an' 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 blue
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 ill, go chill
Not supposed to overdose, no doz

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