Luyện nghe bài hát Great Day

It never really too much me
I was just too damn old to m.c
All that really mattered is if rhymes was ill
Girl, all that really mattered to me, oh baby

Looks like it's gonna be a day today
To get fresh air like a stray on a straightaway
Hey you, got a light? nah, a Bud
Early in the morning, face crud from a mud fight
Looky here, it's just the way the cookie
Prepare to get hurt and mangled Kurt Angle rookie year
The scientist, with a pocket wine list
Some say he might need some puss-psychiatrist
Doom, are you pondering what I'm
Yes, but why would the thing be wandering?
She's like a foundling, barely fondling
My posse's on raw really momma I want to
Mad plays the bass the race card
Villain on the case to shards and leave her face scarred
Groovy dude, not to to be rude
But this is like what you might put on movie food
Uh, what is

Get it a whuppin' when you holla at your seniors
Dolla he can the hashish vena
He just from over there, the grass is greener
Last wish, I wish I had two wishes
And I wish they fixed the door to the mad fridges
Spit so many verses sometimes my jaw
One thing this could use is more
Booze, put yourself in own shoes
And stay away from all those pairs of busted Tims you use
He only keep 'em to
If you wanna him select a date
And bring a deep check like
I kid you not, on the dotted signed
Ever since a minor, kids him some kind of Einstein
On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb
But not quite the type that you might want to and dine
Couldn't a pen, had to think of a new trick
one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick
On second it's too thick
His assistant said "Doom, you sick" he "True blue acoustics"
Psycho, his flow is in Lowry seasoning
With micropower he's sound and reasoning
Easy as Pi, point one four
One more one move and they're done for