Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Keith Murray

Yo, yeah,
Yo
Yo, the lyrical lexicon
The matador of
Mista Murray
with my nigga 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
you say? I slap your stink ass, bitch
I shape and build my skill an architect
Teflon style, rhymes be
I'm the highest ruler on the mic with props
All this hippin the hop bullshit gon' stop
It beez Keith not Bill, not Sweat
Your politics be politically
We it hot like sauce, flows be definite like well OF COURSE
Def Squad a rough course
You weak wack niggaz do me none
Five hundred, radiant height I run the sun
Apparently, you need to my pedigree
And do the knowledge to the
Fake fear it, real ones 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 Tyson did to Mitch Greene
In black yeah it beez like that
If you my dog I'ma slay your cat
The supersonical astrochronical
Splatter crews, all you hear is ahhs and
Time to face the music bring you down to like Papa Smurf
I'm World Wide like on the Web, in your
With full fledged raps with anxiety attacks
for those who thought I wouldn't be
With that bone chillin horror, killin all drama
Save the rah rah for your
Bragga-tocious, prone to
through the studio, wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizing, make you feel like crying
I can't be dissed, so you can trying
And Keith will prevail
And you can eat a sandwich and go to hell