Luyện nghe bài hát Make Your Mind Up

Hieroglyphics is gonna a kid's cerebellum
If he lives, then I tell 'im leave his head swellin'
When tellin' about the 5-6
Live it's me investigatin' fly chick's
I got a plan, I got a plan, a
Adam be mad, a G mad at me 'cuz I got a salary
Actually, you will be cookin' bottom ramen
Never top 'cuz you'll never stop the atom

Hiroshima, Nagasaki, don't
The manuscript, man, you slipped, sloppy
Joe Schmo, never no more, I'm clever and you're never score
'Cuz I'm sure I'm better and
Like cannibus, and if it's possible I'll a new
Line with the lyrics, live with the
And soul, I got in me, eeny-meeny-miny-mo
Slo-Mo, approach yo ho, yup

'Cuz I'm the man and you can read it in
A D A M, the A P L U S
One and the same, runnin' the on fly chicks
Real tight, so they feel with the 5-6
And like that, and that's how it is, G
The skins I cross get tossed like a
Search and find lines of in my scripture
Screens make me seen, so the keen get the

Eruptions, and when I'm thrustin'
Cuts men into microscopic
Molecules, attack 'em, hack 'em
Never slow, never slack, I'm invincible,
Flow is at fools
Who not, flow not like this wizard
Ya play with it, riddle, a hole in ya dome
And pull out ya gizzard,

I slaughtta the
Ya slips, there's a slobbly
Niggaz tweek, when I speak, they
Rethink what was spoken and repeat my feat
Of capabilities, rape and pillage emcees
Then I emcees, who have no style
I file niggaz down to the
Who can feel my prints

Soot gets kicked in eye, beautiful
Blinding, winding up and
Rearrange punks, when I drops,
Rip chunks out the mic and then digest, Why
I'm cavin' in your chest when I myself
Extreme confusion, you think you're losin' mind
'Cuz my rhyme cuts like a nine

Tajai, two syllables,
With ease, we, thee, butt emcees be
'Cuz they come whacker than sound effects
I ground your text, but vertebrae I pound your necks
Sally bone, I be prone to rip shit,
it or not, believe it I got the cock-D
Cacophony, I cap the phonies, so there is no for me
Your attempts deceive us and know I be

Excel and on that scale, that's fail
The of countless knit-wits
Who wish this with mis
But shit is equipped with
devices that are precise as they get, kids
Target's stuck to who pose muchly
be fucked and punk nuts, why gets amongst thee

Punks, we often cross soft men
Is the image portrayed to
is no savior when
I Popeye's, all of the guys my brutish
Strength, and see haggard futures
tempt me, shrimps we skewered on the Barbie
My has found wit' in ya
Is there any Yo, hardly