Luyện nghe bài hát Got My Mind Made Up

You find an MC like me who's
motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support
And when I the microphone I get deadly as Kahn though
With a bear and a and a panda, I'm on those
Who can withstand, the more I gain
And make it possible for me to a few to wreck your brain
Imagine and on wishing upon a star
Finally who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's withstanding, faded
Would it be the MC of all time
When I created rhyme for the simple
When I attack I crush pride
My to ride, every time all night
I'm faced with the scars this one bar
For me to put my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
Breaking in gas the six-eight all day
In and out my pay
I'm soon to the bodies

So mandatory my elevation my lyrics orientation
So you can be familiar with the nigga you facing
We must be nothing better than communication
Known to damage and highly flammable gas stations
Sorry I left that ass
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get ass shaking
I'm busting and motherfuckers panic
Don't take your life for put that ass in the dirt
You the bitch was planted
My lyrics the planet
It's similar to Rhythm
But thugged out, me Janet
Who's in control I'm activating your
You know, the way the get controlled
You, two years ago, a friend of
me Alize and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fucking I wrote
off my coat, clearing my throat

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

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

Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I maneuvers
Like Hitler, sticking up (Jews) with (lugers)
The Mr. Meth-Tical Staten Isle
Will be back after this mess-age don't 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
of my Clan's three deep felons
Niggas best they joints for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on point like
Now who wanna Tical then touch Tical
All up in your mouth
Head banger
Catch me on with Al Doogie
Method Man roll too tight, you can me
Better take one and pass or that's ass
Your vital statistics are low and fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian and have a blast

Hey yo, lyrical gas the criminal tactics
Non-believers get my and genitals backwards
Let's it, there's no replacement
Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm with
on your whole camp when I'm splifted
Funk Doctor Spock bitch 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 from the rear
To bust till nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hold nose and blow out till your ears pop
Since your crew suit you to shift now you that you get's lot
With, this cannabis
I'm dangerous like John the bomb
proceeds like keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like LP's
Lick off a and hit your fam' by mistake
So I erase the whole row at the wake
I planned my escape in case Jake or a bust it
I'm the one the hearse in the first place
Confidence for you ass folks
Pump for Rockafella for the day he got
Choke, off this got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45
And I'm out for nine (INS the rebels)
West, list this, this,