Luyện nghe bài hát Make Your Mind Up

Hieroglyphics is gonna twist a cerebellum
If he lives, then I tell 'im I'll leave his head
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 'cuz I got a salary
Actually, you be cookin' like bottom ramen
Never top you'll never stop the atom bombin'

Hiroshima, Nagasaki, copy
The manuscript, man, you slipped, you're
Joe Schmo, never no more, I'm clever and you're 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 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 game on fly
tight, so they feel right with the 5-6
And it's that, and that's how it is, G
The skins I get tossed like a Frisbee
Search and find lines of life in my
make me seen, so the keen get the picture

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

I slaughtta the
Ya slips, there's a slobbly
tweek, when I speak, they retreat
Rethink what was spoken and repeat my feat
Of inhuman capabilities, rape and emcees
I kill emcees, who have no style
I file niggaz down to the
Who can feel my prints

Soot gets in your eye, beautiful
Blinding, up and change-ups
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' mind
'Cuz my rhyme cuts 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 your
bone, I be prone to rip shit, likely
Believe it or not, believe it I got the
Cacophony, I cap the phonies, so there is no for me
Your deceive us and pimps know I be

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

Punks, we often cross soft men
Is the image portrayed to
is no savior when
I Popeye's, all of the feel my brutish
Strength, and Wimpy's see haggard
tempt me, shrimps we skewered on the Barbie
My foot has found in ya
Is there any dilemma? Yo,