Luyện nghe bài hát Make Your Mind Up

Hieroglyphics is twist a kid's cerebellum
If he lives, then I 'im I'll leave his head swellin'
When tellin' about the 5-6
it's me investigatin' fly chick's privates
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 you'll never stop the bombin'

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

Eruptions, and rustin' when I'm
Cuts men microscopic particles
Molecules, atoms attack 'em, 'em
Never slow, never slack, I'm invincible,
is intense at fools
Who know not, flow not like wizard
Ya play with it, riddle, widdle a hole in ya
And out ya gizzard, tracheotomy

I slaughtta the
Ya slips, a slobbly geek
Niggaz tweek, I speak, they retreat
Rethink what was and then repeat my feat
Of inhuman capabilities, rape and emcees
Then I emcees, who have no style
I file down to the cuticle
Who can feel my foot

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

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

irate and on that scale, that's fail
The countenances of knit-wits
Who wish this with mis
But this is equipped with
Homin' devices that are as they get, kids
stuck to foes who pose muchly
Fronts be and punk 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 haggard
Don't tempt me, shrimps we on the Barbie
My has found wit' in ya
Is there any Yo, hardly