Luyện nghe bài hát Mad Scientist

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Darkside is I'm commin' from all alone,
Strangeling niggaz is on the microphone,
I've bin around and I'm a be around again,
Who is it? the nigga that they call ren,
be brackin' on a nine dubble m,
My talk kids turn tricks and you sticks n' stones,
So say up to my niggaz on the sidewalk,
But all my black the jack so I can stock,
'cause carry a big stick for niggaz never shot
Beabe gall talkin' 'bout the trigga, just to get
Payed and make it all routin, if I crack pop they
Form tha scene'. to many recordz out that ain't
nuthin', and fake az radio stations ain't playin'
Nuthin', shit gotta get back, it's to mc, to many
New niggaz ain't sure l.b.
I wanna be l and care from the crean.
Aposse like a they get put it in the magazine,
Get away - french, you ain't right all, you the
Source. wanted to get with me, but your shit was
Horse. in my cliss the warz for competition.
If a crit nigga around they get a listen.
Try to in my note book, but lost a leg. got
neck up from what you read, a mad scientist...

Menacy control we always diss guarente who they
A mad scientist...
control we always diss guarente who they doubt

Weak az niggaz keep i.n.s, but who can come and
The mad scientist. bin away from the public, cause
I am a enemy. with the peane disappear like houdini.
God of the univers I your soul, shaking niggaz up
the bottom of the north pole. in my double s four
Fifty four my size ten still towe showe to the floor.
It's simple, wanna make it complicated, 'cause ya
Simple minded niggaz get frustrated, with ya bang-
Bang boogie, 'cause ren heard enough, 'cause niggaz come
With the stuff, that I used to hear in 83 and 84,
shit had to be hardcore, ciminal minded,
You've bin blinded, I'm lookin' for some shit that
But find it, 6'n the mornin', police at my door,
Niggaz don't make kinda shit no more, sippin' az
Niggaz make way, 'cause ren play that shit, I'm screamin'
Mayday, a mad scientist...

Sneaky, sneaky is how I creap up on ya, I clear my
And I drop bombz on ya, now be onest did ya think
The villain releit niggaz come out get out the work,
That I put in, figure the pin and I write to the feels
Of the
Shit and dirty you were swear these apetaitis. I be creating
Wut ya body for and fake az niggaz this is who the song's for,
A mad scientist, but I won't a frankers dine, I just write
A rhyme, now I blow ya fuckin' mind. you can't this I did'nt
Leave a sitch, you can't fool the 5 procent that tray repesentin'
I'm wokin' up light and livin' civilized, the messager yo,
opened up my eyez. and the b boyz stand on my throne in black
Niggaz scared as hell because the villain is back the sinner
Of the earth I'd way like a goffer, nigga by my self, i'm
over, on a mad scientist...