Luyện nghe bài hát Got My Mind Made Up

You find an MC like me who's
Leaving motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal
And when I command the I get deadly as Kahn though
With a and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
Who can withstand, the more I gain
And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck your
Imagine and on wishing upon a star
Finally who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's withstanding, faded
it be the greatest MC of all time
When I created for the simple fact
When I I crush your pride
My intention to ride, every time all
I'm faced the scars beyond this one bar
For me to put down my guard, I'm faced it, I'm a ride
Breaking in gas with the all day
In and out my pay
I'm to count the bodies

So mandatory my my lyrics like orientation
So you can be familiar with the nigga you facing
We be patient nothing better than communication
Known to damage and highly flammable like gas
Sorry I left that ass
No procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shaking
I'm busting and making panic
Don't your life for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the bitch was
My lyrics the planet
It's to Rhythm Nation
But thugged out, forgive me
Who's in control I'm activating souls
You know, the way the games get
You, two years ago, a of mine
Told me Alize and Cristal blows your
witness to the dopest fucking rhyme I wrote
Taking off my coat, my throat

I got my made up, come 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 ride the night

Well I come through two packs
Of the bomb for protection
So my fucking sac collapse
Cause nowadays, evading the x-rays
Sending motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my tactics of torturing MC's
Shows my heart's as cold as the
Electrifying thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with motherfucking poisonous touch
I'm an MC with that's the fucking bom-bay
Your got dissed, that's before ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a on your mind
As the deadly spread through your head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I blasting
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those
to laughing, raw maniacal villain
Laughter enhances the of the killing
Why is that? 'cause faces deceive
You best believe, to MC's I'm the disease
My rip your throat and make it hard to breathe
Your camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on
I'm out the cut, and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and the bricks on the wall
Your have an idea about the superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both of the equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and
To LA on the spot where I rock and like straps
As views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter combat

Fuck you losers, while you jacks I makes maneuvers
Like Hitler, sticking up (Jews) German (lugers)
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten
be back after 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 like Magellen
Half of my Clan's three deep
Niggas best they joints for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on point icicles
Now who wanna Tical then touch Tical
All up in your motherfucking
Head boogie
me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll too tight, you can me
Better take one and or that's that ass
Your vital statistics are low and fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot Johnny Cash
a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

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