Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Wizardry

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

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

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

Yo, you know the tune make sure don't eat
When it's time to out them coke balloons
Balked up the ninja it got shady, now I got grown ladies
.380's outta E Class 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 like glass, cut glass
Rag tagged and crash, hemp bags, save dat ass
Who wanna get the fuck up? Tell me
Freakin' vocabulary like Chinese and bees

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

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

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

Armani, Versace, V2
count 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 ink alarms
Got styles under the wing like spread is booked under my
Niggas couldn't see me with circuit TV
Tryin' to peep my steez, like DT's I get over like I'm

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

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

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

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

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