Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Keith Murray

Yo, yeah,
Yo
Yo, it's the lyrical
The of metaphor
Keith Murray
Chillin with my Funk Flex
up
Got the Squadron, up
Word up, check it out,
Now, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

It's the return of the lyrical lunatic, still kickin shit
What you say? I your stink ass, bitch
I shape and my skill like an architect
style, rhymes be Gortex
I'm the highest exalted ruler on the mic with
All over hippin the hop bullshit gon' stop
It beez Keith not Bill, Murray not
Your politics be incorrect
We keep it hot like sauce, flows be definite well OF COURSE
Def Squad a rough course
You weak wack can't do me none
hundred, radiant height I run with the sun
Apparently, you need to check my
And do the to the S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Fake ones fear it, real ones it
Cause all feel me from the womb of the human spirit
logic and reasons I justify my means
See you on the scene, you up like Tyson did to Mitch Greene
In fact black it beez like that
If you kill my dog I'ma slay cat
The genitonical astrochronical
Splatter crews, all you is ahhs and oohs
Time to face the music bring you down to Earth Papa Smurf
I'm World Wide like on the Web, in turf
With fledged raps packed with anxiety attacks
for who thought I wouldn't be back
With that bone chillin horror, killin all ongoin
the rah rah for your mama
Bragga-tocious, prone to
Come the studio, wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizing, make you feel good crying
I be dissed, so you can stop trying
And Keith will prevail
And you can eat a shit and go to hell