Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Keith Murray

Yo, yeah,
Yo
Yo, it's the lexicon
The of metaphor
Mista Murray
Chillin with my nigga Flex
up
Got the Squadron, up
Word up, it out, check
Now, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

It's the of the lyrical lunatic, still kickin rough shit
What you I slap your stink ass, bitch
I shape and build my skill an architect
style, rhymes be Gortex
I'm the highest exalted ruler on the mic props
All this over the hop bullshit gon' stop
It beez Keith not Bill, Murray not
Your politics be politically
We keep it hot like sauce, flows be definite like well OF
Def Squad cough a course
You weak wack niggaz do me none
Five hundred, radiant height I run the sun
Apparently, you to check my pedigree
And do the knowledge to the
ones fear it, real ones cheer it
Cause they all feel me the womb of the human spirit
With logic and reasons I 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 your cat
The genitonical astrochronical
Splatter crews, all you is ahhs and oohs
to face the music bring you down to Earth like Papa Smurf
I'm World Wide like on the Web, in turf
With full fledged raps with anxiety attacks
for who thought I wouldn't be back
With that bone chillin horror, killin all drama
Save the rah rah for mama
Bragga-tocious, prone to
Come the studio, wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizing, you feel good like crying
I can't be dissed, so you can trying
And Keith will prevail
And you can eat a shit sandwich and go to