Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Wizardry

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

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

Got bitches by bar bussin' Glocks off a' niggas
Klep don't three shits to flip scripts
Miss bullets from clips, leave niggas rollin' up
Wit nuttin' under hips, bitch, so if you test me
Shit gets messy, bustin' .38 speci outta paper bags Joe Pesci

Yo, you know the tune make sure bitches eat
When it's time to 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 go right 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 Chinese and bees

T-P-E-L-K held to reflect a
The nicest, Jesus
Junior Mafioso, get torn off head to torso
evacuated out windows

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

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

Armani, Versace, V2
Lost o' all the little sections me and mans ran through
It hard to discard cans of mace on guards
Leave bitch ass niggas screamin' like a fuckin' retard

Lyrically I come off like ink
Got styles under the wing like is booked under my arms
couldn't see me with 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 I'm outta here

MC's be fake like toupes so I
Implant my to their face makin' their skin red
Sound waves disrupted, fucked, kid
Air bloody rupted but that ain't nuttin'

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

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

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