Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Keith Murray

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

It's the of the lyrical lunatic, still kickin rough shit
What you say? I slap stink ass, bitch
I and build my skill like an architect
style, rhymes be Gortex
I'm the exalted ruler on the mic with props
All this over hippin the hop bullshit stop
It beez Keith not Bill, Murray not
Your be politically incorrect
We keep it hot like sauce, flows be definite well OF COURSE
Def Squad cough a rough
You wack niggaz can't do me none
hundred, radiant height I run with the sun
Apparently, you need to my pedigree
And do the knowledge to the
ones fear it, real ones cheer it
Cause they all feel me from the of the human spirit
logic and reasons I justify my means
See you on the scene, fuck you up like Tyson did to Mitch
In black yeah it beez like that
If you kill my dog I'ma your cat
The supersonical astrochronical
Splatter crews, all you hear is ahhs and
Time to face the music bring you to Earth like Papa Smurf
I'm World Wide like on the Web, in your
With full fledged raps packed with anxiety
for who thought I wouldn't be back
With that bone chillin horror, killin all drama
Save the rah rah for your
Bragga-tocious, to static
Come through the studio, wreck the mic by force of
Tantalizing, make you feel good crying
I can't be dissed, so you can trying
And Keith Murray will
And you can eat a shit and go to hell