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 at Jamaican parties
Far from angels, can't see me like Charlie

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

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

Yo, you know the tune make sure 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 outta E Class

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

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

T-P-E-L-K held to a device-es
The nicest, Jesus
Mafioso, niggas get torn off head to torso
Bullets evacuated out

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

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

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

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

Hey, not fifteen
I'm fifteen,
do you think we are, assholes or somethin'
Fuck you, soundin' like nigga from Night Court
Loose my I'm outta here

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

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

beef's squashes face-to-face
Niggas get wet up Alasha's on Klep's place
Through the hard time sayin' prayers crimes
Sick minds care, rockin' parties from front to rear

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