Luyện nghe bài hát Mad Scientist

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Darkside is were I'm from all alone,
niggaz is fakin' on the microphone,
'cause I've bin around and I'm a be again,
Who is it? the black that they call ren,
Won't be on a nine dubble m,
My still talk 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 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'. to many recordz out that ain't
Sayin' nuthin', and fake az radio stations playin'
Nuthin', gotta get back, it's time to mc, to many
New niggaz ain't sure l.b.
I wanna be l and only care the crean.
like a bitch they 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 cliss the for competition.
If a crit nigga around they get a listen.
Try to peep in my book, but lost a leg. got
Paralised neck up from you read, a mad scientist...

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

Weak az keep i.n.s, but who can come and fade
The mad scientist. I've bin from the public, cause
I am a enemy. with the black disappear like houdini.
God of the univers I your soul, shaking niggaz up
From the bottom of the north pole. in my double s
Fifty four with my ten still towe showe to the floor.
It's simple, don't make it complicated, 'cause ya
Simple minded might get frustrated, with ya bang-
Bang boogie, 'cause ren enough, 'cause niggaz don't come
With the funky stuff, I used to hear in 83 and 84,
shit had to be hardcore, ciminal minded,
You've bin blinded, I'm lookin' for some like that
But can't find it, 6'n the mornin', at my door,
Niggaz don't make that 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 then I bombz 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 dirty you were swear these apetaitis. I be
Wut ya longs for and fake az niggaz this is who the song's for,
A mad scientist, but I won't make a frankers dine, I write
A rhyme, now I blow ya fuckin' mind. you follow this I did'nt
Leave a sitch, you can't fool the 5 procent that means tray
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 from the sinner
Of the I'd makin' way like a goffer, nigga by my self, i'm
over, on a mad scientist...