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

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The rest is empty with no but the clever nerd
The best with no chain ya ever heard
it from the Tec-9 holder
They bit and don't know the sign from Shyanola

Everything coulda ain't this scale
Let me think, don't let a faint get
A shot of Jack got her back not an act stack
Forgot about the cackalack, back, clack 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 where the shooter go

'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, 'em
Let 'em spit venom 'em got a lot of shit with 'em
Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the 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 make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty 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 ma'am an' her
She could mind the toaster if she sign the

A whole of roller coaster riders
Not enough tracks, hot enuff
too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
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 flows ill, go chill
Not to overdose, no doz pills

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