Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Keith Murray

Yo, yeah,
Yo
Yo, it's the lexicon
The matador of
Keith Murray
Chillin my nigga Funk 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 say? I your stink ass, bitch
I shape and build my skill an architect
Teflon style, be Gortex
I'm the highest exalted ruler on the mic props
All this hippin the hop bullshit gon' stop
It beez Keith not Bill, not Sweat
Your politics be politically
We keep it hot like sauce, flows be definite like OF COURSE
Def Squad cough a rough
You weak niggaz can't do me none
Five hundred, height I run with the sun
Apparently, you to check my pedigree
And do the to the S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Fake ones fear it, real cheer it
Cause they all feel me from the womb of the human
With logic and reasons I justify my
See you on the scene, fuck you up like Tyson did to Mitch
In fact black yeah it beez that
If you kill my dog slay your cat
The genitonical astrochronical
crews, all you hear is ahhs and oohs
Time to face the music bring you to Earth like Papa Smurf
I'm Wide like on the Web, in your turf
With full fledged raps packed with attacks
for who thought I wouldn't be back
With that bone horror, killin all ongoin drama
Save the rah rah for your
Bragga-tocious, prone to
Come through the studio, wreck the mic by force of
Tantalizing, make you good like crying
I can't be dissed, so you can stop
And Keith will prevail
And you can eat a shit and go to hell