Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shittalker

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

[First

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

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

[Second

I fly past ya you're movin' backwards,
You fuckin' for nothin', no talent, non-rappin' bastard!
I can tell you outta breath, asthma,
I can see clean through ya CASPER!!!
Done went from to spectacular
Refuse me then I'm swingin' at you bitches I see the platinum,
And I bet it you mad, ha?
Well brace your fuckin' self cuz it's about to be some now,
Bet'cha I'ma make a a part of ya,
Since you tryin' to kick some up, got to make it hard for ya,
Slow ya like you drinkin' booze,
Started workin' in the studio all night IT'S THE THING TO DO!!!
Opening act to attraction,
Therefore is not allowed no form or no FASHION!
my album and I'm still smashin', BLASTIN',
Who the fuck is, is what they askin'?

[Third

I talk more shit than a BIT!!!
it rough enough, y'all can sure feel it,
Nigga be fussin' that bitch be faint,
like a cheerleader I'm bout to (go, go) TO THE BANK!!!
And watch, the niggas 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 don't drank,
You hit the charts but you can't up,
You a contract, but you don't weigh up,
Mic-clutchin', bustin',
Ain't no fuckin' rushin', cuz I'm to the percussion,
Start to finish to the verse,
Bout to fight you niggas with FIRE so prepare for the WORST!
If I tell you to take then you oughtta,
You ain't it til' you heard it from MISTER SHIT TALKER!!!!!

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