Luyện nghe bài hát Got My Mind Made Up

You find an MC like me strong
Leaving motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal
And when I command the microphone I get deadly as though
With a and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
Who can withstand, the more power I
And make it possible for me to drop a few to your brain
Imagine and on wishing upon a star
Finally realizing who the we are
I penetrate, it's been withstanding, faded
Would it be the greatest MC of all
When I created rhyme for the simple
When I attack I your pride
My to ride, every time all night
I'm faced with the scars beyond one bar
For me to put down my guard, I'm faced it, I'm a ride
in gas with the six-eight all day
In and out my pay
I'm to count the bodies

So my elevation my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more familiar with the you facing
We must be patient nothing better communication
Known to damage and highly flammable like gas
Sorry I left ass waiting
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get ass shaking
I'm busting and motherfuckers panic
Don't take your for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the bitch was
My lyrics motivate the
It's similar to Nation
But out, forgive me Janet
Who's in control I'm activating souls
You know, the way the games get
You, two ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alize and blows your mind
witness to the dopest fucking rhyme I wrote
Taking off my coat, clearing my

I got my mind made up, on (come on)
Get in get in too (get on it)
Let it ride (get wit it) tonight's the
I got my made up, come on
Get in get in too
Let it tonight's the night

Well I come through with two
Of the bomb for protection
So my fucking sac collapse
Cause nowadays, evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an grave
I wonder, if my terrifying of torturing MC's
my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electrifying like thunder, I'm too much
Rough and raw that motherfucking poisonous touch
I'm an MC with that's the fucking bom-bay
Your got dissed, that's before it's like balmay
My rhymes, I a mark on your mind
As the vibes spread through your head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I ain't
I use my mental to assassin's for those asking
Opposed to laughing, raw villain
Laughter enhances the chances of the
Why is that? 'cause smiling deceive
You best believe, to I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip throat and make it hard to breathe
whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your on site
I'm out the cut, and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split the on the wall
Your already have an about the superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the
I rock from to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like
As your views get when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal

Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes
Like Hitler, sticking up (Jews) with (lugers)
The Mr. Meth-Tical Staten Isle
Will be back this mess-age don't touch the dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for
Got my gun powder and my blow!
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures Magellen
Half of my Clan's three deep
Niggas best protect they for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on point like
Now who wanna test Tical touch Tical
All up in your motherfucking
Head banger
me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man too tight, you can pull me
take one and pass or that's that ass
Your statistics are low and falling fast
Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Roulette and have a blast

Hey yo, lyrical gas spitting the criminal
get my dick and genitals backwards
Let's it, there's no replacement
Taste this, mad basement, shit I'm laced with
Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm
Funk Doctor who? Spock don't get it twisted
I got connects like Express
To get the fresh of bless, the dogs can't fetch
Got the clear spot the rear block
To bust every nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hold your nose and out till your ears pop
Since your suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot
With, underground cannabis
I'm like John the bomb analyst
proceeds like keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD
Lick off a shot and hit your by mistake
So I erase the front row at the wake
I planned my in case Jake or a snake bust it
I'm the one pushing the in the first place
Confidence for you shaky ass
Pump for Rockafella for the day he got
Choke, off this got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nickel (INS the rebels)
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