Luyện nghe bài hát Mad Nice

[Verse 1: Thought]

Now ever since I can remember I been living collar
Searching for something, trying to make a few
I was never too polished, and on the fly list
Them shorties used to tell me I a new stylist
My came
Instead of me a promise
My mom, was honest
"Yo, we ain't got it"
Better be a scholar
to make, son outta, the school of the hood
That be the ghetto mater
Its a drawn out saga, like The Godfather
Coming up this hard, it made a nigga rock
Now I be the top shotter, of a Rottweiler
The boss that learned to move as Asaad
I don't take for granted, I'm strong single-handed
And I ain't quick to panic, but I can't lift the
My one and concern is that ya'll understand it
If it's understood, then good, I'm taking advantage
I've been waiting for them cameras, the is mine
I'm coming up, but I still got a ways to
It ain't a reason I should off or change my grind
I'll be alright, as long as I heed the signs
on!
I just fly, can't get away
This type of shit everyday
(This funny, so don't you dare laugh)

2: MF DOOM]
Straight and narrow, as the of a sparrow
Stalking the jungle have you paro as a pharoah with a bad toe
Seat up in a beat up
How you supposed to shoot for the moon with one
And no bow. blow your hibachi
Look like a Ferrari its only a mirage
out, but choose to go the stupid route
Catheter on and a half of a moon in a putrid
the name out
Heck, check the
there where it say "who catch wreck and kept it raw"
Accepted in the of Allah, a leopard's paw
Swept it, and stepped it (?)
I ask questions
Villain, the invader in a for the paper
Spent the cake on a rice bowl
waste a wait on a date off the lice pole
Dice roll, it's he know magic, hat trick
Writing flows that make little go spastic
so drastic, pass the cash quick
Don't get your monkey-ass for no plastic
Take it all back in a pack, don't stack, bozack
Hit him if you need more crack, go pro-black
That's the price for a tad of bad
At least he got fat and he mad nice