Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shittalker

Diaherrea muthafucka,
Talk constantly,
Talk so much shit....wipe my mouth with paper...

Verse:]

WHO
Think they talkin' shit than Mr. Shit Talker?
Run around, disgustin' muthafuckas me get vulgar,
Don't make me pick your ass apart a vulture,
Next thing you I be preparin' these rhymes for you like sculptures
I the last seven would have taught'cha,
I'm known for remarkable with my points in the tape recorder,
into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by margins,
How you try to compare a fuckin' private to a FIRST SERGEANT?
I come with more rounds a hundred soldiers when they marchin',
I more noise than a yard of German shepards when they BARKIN',
Spin the bin, it, will make heads split when hear them,
Shit you get flipped from MACHINE GUN MOUTH NIGGA,
My rhymin' be dirty if I wash'em,
I pepper on my tongue so approach me with CAUTION!!!!

That's MISTER!!!! Mr. Shit
You with the old,
And all of a sudden make you think you can fuck with the new shit?
That's, Mr. Talker....
MOUTH SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!
MISTER!!!! Mr. Shit
You with the old,
And all of a sudden what make you think you can fuck with the new
That's, Mr. Talker....
MOUTH SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!

[Second

I fly ya like you're movin' backwards,
You fuckin' good for nothin', no talent, bastard!
I can tell you outta breath, asthma,
I can see clean ya like CASPER!!!
Done went ordinary to spectacular
Refuse me then I'm at you bitches til' I see the platinum,
And I bet it you mad, ha?
Well brace your fuckin' cuz it's about to be some shit now,
Bet'cha I'ma make a foot a of ya,
Since you tryin' to kick some dust up, got to make it for ya,
Slow ya like you drinkin' booze,
Started workin' in the studio all night LIKE IT'S THE TO DO!!!
act to main attraction,
Therefore disrespect is not allowed no or no FASHION!
Sell my and I'm still smashin', BLASTIN',
Who the fuck that is, is what they

[Third

I talk more shit than a BIT!!!
Makin' it rough enough, can sure feel it,
Nigga be fussin' bitch be feelin' faint,
Just like a I'm bout to (go, go) TO THE BANK!!!
And watch, the baddest even gonna shrink,
Keep them bitches out my face like my breath stank,
Starin' at niggas wet paint,
You done ran out of gas that's why your shit wanna drank,
You hit the charts but you stay up,
You a contract, but you don't weigh up,
Mic-clutchin', bustin',
Ain't no rushin', cuz I'm perfected to the percussion,
Start to finish to the verse,
Bout to you niggas with FIRE so prepare yourself for the WORST!
If I tell you to take then you oughtta,
You ain't heard it til' you heard it from MISTER TALKER!!!!!

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