Luyện nghe bài hát Make Your Mind Up

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

Hiroshima, Nagasaki, copy
The manuscript, man, you slipped, sloppy
Joe Schmo, no more, I'm clever and you're never 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 with the
And soul, I got plenty in me,
Slo-Mo, with yo ho, yup

'Cuz I'm the man and you can it in Genesis
A D A M, the A P L U S
One and the same, the game on fly chicks
tight, so they feel right with the 5-6
And like that, and that's how it is, G
The skins I cross get tossed a Frisbee
Search and find lines of life in my
Screens make me seen, so the get the picture

Eruptions, and when I'm thrustin'
Cuts men into microscopic
Molecules, attack 'em, hack 'em
slow, never slack, I'm invincible, [unverified]
Flow is intense at
Who know not, flow not this wizard
Ya with it, riddle, widdle a hole in ya dome
And pull out ya gizzard,

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

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

Tajai, two syllables,
With ease, we, thee, butt emcees be
'Cuz they come whacker than sound effects
I ground your text, but vertebrae wack I pound necks
bone, I be prone to rip shit, likely
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 get, kids
Target's stuck to foes who pose
Fronts be fucked and nuts, why gets amongst thee

Punks, we often cross 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 futures
Don't me, shrimps we skewered on the Barbie
My foot has wit' in ya
Is there any dilemma? Yo,