Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Wizardry

Lyrical wizardry dances on MC's Murray on SC's
Never flaunt, now motherfuckers come me
Burnin' everybody than torches at Jamaican parties
Far angels, niggas can't see me like Charlie

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

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

Yo, you know the 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 ladies
Bustin' .380's E Class Mercedes

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

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

held to reflect a device-es
The nicest, Christ-es
Junior Mafioso, niggas get off head to torso
Bullets out windows

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

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

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

Lyrically I come off like ink
Got styles under the like spread is booked under my arms
Niggas couldn't see me closed circuit TV
Tryin' to peep my steez, like I get over like I'm fifteen

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

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

The best is yet to
MC's get like heads on drums
They don't be what I'm knowin', flowin' like I'm flowin'
Makin' motherfuckers take nose like 747 Boeings

beef's squashes face-to-face
Niggas get wet up like Alasha's on Klep's
Through the hard time sayin' committin' crimes
Sick minds don't care, parties from front to rear

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