Luyện nghe bài hát Make Your Mind Up

Hieroglyphics is twist a kid's cerebellum
If he lives, I tell 'im I'll leave his head swellin'
When tellin' fellas 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 I got a fatter salary
Actually, you will be like bottom ramen
Never top 'cuz you'll never the atom bombin'

Hiroshima, Nagasaki, copy
The manuscript, man, you slipped, you're
Joe Schmo, never no more, I'm clever and you're never score
'Cuz I'm sure I'm and pure
cannibus, and if it's possible I'll drop 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

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, runnin' the on fly chicks
Real tight, so they feel with the 5-6
And it's like that, and 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 microscopic particles
Molecules, attack 'em, hack 'em
Never slow, slack, I'm invincible, [unverified]
Flow is intense at
Who know not, flow not like this
Ya play with it, riddle, widdle a in ya dome
And out ya gizzard, tracheotomy

I slaughtta the
Ya slips, there's a geek
Niggaz tweek, when I speak, retreat
what was spoken and then repeat my feat
Of inhuman capabilities, rape and pillage
Then I kill emcees, who no style
I file down to the cuticle
Who can feel my foot

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

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

Excel irate and on that scale, that's
The countenances of countless
Who wish this with mis
But this shit is with
Homin' devices that are as they get, kids
stuck to foes who pose muchly
Fronts be fucked and nuts, why gets amongst thee

Punks, we cross when soft men
Is the image portrayed to
Spinach is no savior
I Popeye's, all of the feel my brutish
Strength, and Wimpy's see haggard
Don't tempt me, shrimps we on the Barbie
My foot has wit' in ya
Is any dilemma? Yo, hardly