Luyện nghe bài hát Make Your Mind Up

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

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

I'm the man and you can read 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 feel right with the 5-6
And it's that, and that's how it is, G
The skins I get tossed like a Frisbee
Search and find of life in my scripture
Screens make me seen, so the get the picture

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

I the watery-weak
Ya slips, a slobbly geek
Niggaz tweek, when I speak, retreat
Rethink what was spoken and then repeat my
Of inhuman capabilities, rape and pillage
Then I emcees, who have no style
I niggaz down to the cuticle
Who can my foot prints

Soot gets in your eye, beautiful
Blinding, winding up and
punks, when I drops, kerplunk
Rip chunks out the mic and digest, Why test?
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, seize thee, butt be
they come whacker than batman sound effects
I ground text, but vertebrae wack I pound your necks
Sally bone, I be prone to rip shit,
Believe it or not, believe it I got the
Cacophony, I cap the phonies, so is no needs for me
attempts deceive us and pimps know I be

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

Punks, we often when soft men
Is the portrayed to them
Spinach is no savior
I Popeye's, all of the feel my brutish
Strength, and see haggard futures
Don't me, shrimps we skewered on the Barbie
My foot has found in ya
Is there any dilemma? Yo,