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

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

Got by bike bar bussin' Glocks off a' niggas
Klep don't give three shits to flip
Miss bullets from clips, leave rollin' up skateboards
Wit nuttin' under they hips, bitch, so if you me
Shit gets messy, bustin' .38 speci outta 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 it got shady, now I got grown ladies
.380's outta E Class Mercedes

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

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

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

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

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

Lyrically I off like ink alarms
Got styles the wing 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, you're not
I'm fifteen,
do you think we are, assholes or somethin'
Fuck you, soundin' like that from Night Court
Loose my cuffs I'm outta

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

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

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

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