Luyện nghe bài hát Make Your Mind Up

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

Hiroshima, Nagasaki, copy
The manuscript, man, you slipped, you're
Joe Schmo, never no more, I'm clever and never gonna score
'Cuz I'm sure I'm and pure
Like cannibus, and if possible I'll drop a new
Line the lyrics, live with the spirit
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, 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 I cross get tossed like a Frisbee
Search and find lines of in my scripture
Screens me seen, so the keen get the picture

Eruptions, and when I'm thrustin'
Cuts men into particles
Molecules, atoms attack 'em, 'em
Never slow, slack, I'm invincible, [unverified]
is intense at fools
Who know not, flow not like this
Ya play with it, riddle, a hole in ya dome
And out ya gizzard, tracheotomy

I slaughtta the
Ya slips, there's a geek
tweek, when I speak, they retreat
Rethink what was spoken and then repeat my
Of inhuman capabilities, and pillage emcees
I kill emcees, who have no style
I file niggaz down to the
Who can my foot prints

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

Tajai, two syllables,
ease, we, seize thee, butt emcees be
'Cuz they come whacker than sound effects
I ground your text, but wack I pound your necks
bone, I be prone to rip shit, likely
Believe it or not, believe it I got the
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 countenances of countless
Who wish this mis hits
But shit is equipped with
Homin' devices that are precise as get, kids
Target's stuck to foes who pose
Fronts be fucked and punk nuts, why gets amongst

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