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 fellas about the 5-6
Live it's me investigatin' fly chick's
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 cookin' like bottom
Never top 'cuz never stop the atom bombin'

Hiroshima, Nagasaki, don't
The manuscript, man, you slipped, you're
Joe Schmo, never no more, I'm clever and you're gonna score
I'm sure I'm better and pure
Like cannibus, and if it's possible drop a new
Line with the lyrics, with the spirit
And soul, I got in me, eeny-meeny-miny-mo
Slo-Mo, with 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 feel right with the 5-6
And it's that, and that's how it is, G
The skins I cross get like a Frisbee
Search and find lines of life in my
Screens me seen, so the keen get the picture

Eruptions, and rustin' I'm thrustin'
Cuts men into microscopic
Molecules, atoms 'em, hack 'em
Never slow, never slack, I'm invincible,
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, they
Rethink was spoken and then repeat my feat
Of capabilities, rape and pillage emcees
I kill emcees, who have no style
I file niggaz down to the
Who can feel my foot

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

Tajai, two syllables,
With ease, we, seize thee, butt be
'Cuz come whacker than batman sound 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 deceive us and know I be

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

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