Luyện nghe bài hát Got My Mind Made Up

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

So mandatory my my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more with the nigga you facing
We must be patient nothing better communication
Known to damage and highly flammable gas stations
Sorry I that ass waiting
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get ass shaking
I'm busting and making motherfuckers
Don't your life for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the was planted
My motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm
But thugged out, forgive me
in control I'm activating your souls
You know, the way the games get
You, two years ago, a friend of
me Alize and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest rhyme I wrote
Taking off my coat, clearing my

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

Well I through with two packs
Of the prophalaks for protection
So my sac won't collapse
Cause nowadays, shit's the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an grave
I wonder, if my tactics of torturing MC's
Shows my as cold as the tundra
Electrifying thunder, I'm just too much
and raw with that motherfucking poisonous 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 your
As the deadly vibes through your head like sand pine
no escape, nah I ain't blasting
I use my mental to assassin's for those asking
to laughing, raw maniacal villain
Laughter enhances the chances of the
Why is that? 'cause smiling faces
You best believe, to I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip your throat and it hard to breathe
Your whole under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on
I'm out the cut, and raw with no clause for all
So all my hit and split the bricks on the wall
Your already have an idea the superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the
I rock from here to there, to and back
To LA on the where I rock and bust like straps
As views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal

you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
Like Hitler, sticking up (Jews) with (lugers)
The Mr. Meth-Tical Staten Isle
Will be after this mess-age don't touch the dial
do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my blow!
Melons get swellings, I paint pictures 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 mouth
Head banger
me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man too tight, you can pull me
Better take one and pass or that's ass
Your vital statistics are low and falling
Johnny Blaze out to get like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and a blast

Hey yo, lyrical gas spitting the tactics
Non-believers get my dick and backwards
face it, there's no replacement
Taste this, mad basement, shit I'm laced with
Avalanche on whole camp when I'm splifted
Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted
I got like Federal Express
To get the fresh package of bless, the dogs can't
Got the spot from the rear block
To bust till nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hold nose and blow out till your ears pop
Since your suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot
With, this cannabis
I'm like John the bomb analyst
proceeds like keys
My degrees consecutively like EPMD LP's
off a shot and hit your fam' by mistake
So I erase the front row at the wake
I planned my escape in case Jake or a bust it
I'm the one pushing the hearse in the place
for you shaky ass folks
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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