Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Keith Murray

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

It's the return of the 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 ruler on the mic with props
All this over hippin the hop gon' stop
It beez Keith not Bill, not Sweat
politics be politically incorrect
We keep it hot like sauce, be definite like well OF COURSE
Def cough a rough course
You weak wack niggaz can't do me
hundred, radiant height I run with the sun
Apparently, you to check my pedigree
And do the knowledge to the
Fake ones fear it, real ones it
Cause they all feel me from the of the human spirit
With and reasons I justify my means
See you on the scene, fuck you up like Tyson did to Greene
In fact black it beez like 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 World Wide like on the Web, in your
With fledged raps packed with anxiety attacks
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
through the studio, wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizing, make you feel good crying
I can't be dissed, so you can stop
And Keith will prevail
And you can eat a shit sandwich and go to