Luyện nghe bài hát Make Your Mind Up

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

Hiroshima, Nagasaki, copy
The manuscript, man, you slipped, sloppy
Joe Schmo, never no more, I'm clever and never gonna score
'Cuz I'm sure I'm better and
Like cannibus, and if it's possible drop a new
Line the lyrics, live with the spirit
And soul, I got plenty in me,
Slo-Mo, with yo ho, yup

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

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

I slaughtta the
Ya slips, a slobbly geek
Niggaz tweek, when I speak, retreat
Rethink what was spoken and repeat my feat
Of inhuman capabilities, rape and pillage
I kill emcees, who have no style
I niggaz down to the cuticle
Who can feel my foot

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

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

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

Punks, we often cross when men
Is the image to them
Spinach is no when
I Popeye's, all of the guys my brutish
Strength, and Wimpy's see futures
Don't me, shrimps we skewered on the Barbie
My foot has wit' in ya
Is any dilemma? Yo, hardly