Luyện nghe bài hát Make Your Mind Up

Hieroglyphics is gonna twist a cerebellum
If he lives, then I tell 'im leave his head swellin'
When fellas about the 5-6
it's 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 cookin' like ramen
Never top 'cuz you'll never stop the atom

Hiroshima, Nagasaki, copy
The manuscript, man, you slipped, sloppy
Joe Schmo, never no more, I'm and you're never gonna score
'Cuz I'm I'm better and pure
cannibus, and if it's possible I'll drop a new
Line with the lyrics, live with the
And soul, I got plenty in me,
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 game on fly
Real tight, so they feel with the 5-6
And it's like that, and how it is, G
The I cross get tossed like a Frisbee
Search and lines of life in my scripture
make me seen, so the keen get the picture

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

I the watery-weak
Ya slips, there's a slobbly
Niggaz tweek, when I speak, retreat
what was spoken and then repeat my feat
Of inhuman capabilities, rape and emcees
Then I kill emcees, who have no
I file down to the cuticle
Who can my foot prints

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

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

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