Luyện nghe bài hát Mad Scientist

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Darkside is I'm commin' from all alone,
Strangeling niggaz is on the microphone,
'cause bin around and I'm a be around again,
Who is it? the nigga that they call ren,
Won't be brackin' on a nine m,
My still talk kids turn 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 a big stick for niggaz that never shot
Beabe gall alwayz talkin' 'bout the trigga, to get
Payed and make it all routin, if I crack pop runnin'
Form tha scene'. there's to many out that ain't
Sayin' nuthin', and fake az radio ain't playin'
Nuthin', shit gotta get back, it's to mc, to many
New ain't sure like l.b.
I be l and only care from the crean.
Aposse like a bitch get put it in the magazine,
Get away - french, you ain't right all, you the
Source. niggaz wanted to get with me, but your was
Horse. ploakin' in my the warz for competition.
If a crit nigga hang they get a listen.
Try to in my note book, but lost a leg. got
Paralised neck up from you read, a mad scientist...

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

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

Sneaky, sneaky is how I creap up on ya, I clear my
And then I drop on ya, now be onest did ya think
The releit knew niggaz come out get out the work,
That I put in, figure the pin and I write to the hands
Of the
Shit down and you were swear these apetaitis. I be creating
Wut ya longs 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 follow this I
Leave a sitch, you can't fool the 5 procent that means repesentin'
I'm wokin' up light and civilized, the messager elaise 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 makin' way like a goffer, by my self, i'm
over, on a mad scientist...