Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Wizardry

Lyrical wizardry dances on like Murray on SC's
Never flaunt, now motherfuckers test me
Burnin' everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican
Far from angels, niggas can't see me like

Style Hardly!
Don't let the whacked pursue you Marley
JM clique moves in like whities on Harleys
Niggas get injured, fucked do' in 40

Got bitches by bike bar bussin' off a' niggas
Klep give three shits to flip scripts
Miss bullets from clips, niggas rollin' up skateboards
Wit nuttin' under hips, bitch, so if you test me
Shit gets messy, bustin' .38 speci outta paper like Joe Pesci

Yo, you the tune make sure bitches don't eat
it's time to shit out them coke balloons
Balked up the ninja when it got shady, now I got grown
Bustin' .380's outta E Mercedes

Hurry the up bitch, get on
Fuck you motherfucker let me out L
There they go right there, dot niggas

MC's get cut like glass, cut like
Rag and crash, hemp bags, come save dat ass
Who wanna get the fuck up? Tell me
Freakin' vocabulary Chinese and spelling bees

T-P-E-L-K held to reflect a
The nicest, Christ-es
Mafioso, niggas get torn off head to torso
Bullets out windows

Hekkyl and Coch, P7 inmates
Extra .380 on a 'round my neck cos feds check the waist
No time to waste, grab the loot and escape next break
Heads are clockin', private eyes are

Nigga up in the hustle
flippin' packages and tyin' up, minx and rings I bubble
Trouble's I look for in stores on expensive floors
Beeling boots is essence, bookin' in my drawers

Armani, Versace, V2
Lost count o' all the little sections me and ran through
It ain't hard to discard cans of mace on
Leave them bitch ass niggas screamin' like a retard

Lyrically I off like ink alarms
Got styles under the wing spread is booked under my arms
Niggas couldn't see me with closed TV
Tryin' to peep my steez, like DT's I get like I'm fifteen

Hey, you're not
I'm fifteen,
What do you we are, assholes or somethin'
Fuck you, soundin' like that from Night Court
Loose my cuffs I'm here

MC's be like toupes so I transplant
Implant my fist to their makin' their skin red
Sound disrupted, they fucked, kid
Air holes rupted but that ain't nuttin'

The is yet to come
get strung like heads on drums
They don't be knowin' what I'm knowin', like I'm flowin'
Makin' motherfuckers take nose dives like 747

Obnoxious beef's face-to-face
Niggas get wet up like Alasha's on place
Through the hard time prayers committin' crimes
Sick don't care, rockin' parties from front to rear

Brains by ferocious [Incomprehensible]
Runnin' up on Big wit Lex wit doused with chloroforms
Livin' in a world you do what you must
If preachers be robbin' niggas who the fuck can you