Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shittalker

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

[First

WHO
Think talkin' more shit than Mr. Shit Talker?
Run around, disgustin' muthafuckas me get vulgar,
make me pick your ass apart like a vulture,
Next thing you know I be preparin' these rhymes for you like
I thought the last seven would taught'cha,
I'm known for remarkable feats with my points in the recorder,
Mystikal MC Mad Slaughter,
and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by margins,
How dare you try to compare a fuckin' to a FIRST SERGEANT?
I come with more rounds than a hundred soldiers when marchin',
I make noise than a yard of German shepards when they BARKIN',
Spin the bin, it, make heads split when they hear them,
Shit you get flipped from this MACHINE GUN NIGGA,
My rhymin' skills be if I wash'em,
I keep pepper on my tongue so approach me CAUTION!!!!

That's MISTER!!!! Mr. Talker
You with the old,
And all of a sudden what make you think you can with the new shit?
That's, Mr. Talker....
FOUL SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!
MISTER!!!! Mr. Shit
You with 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 like movin' backwards,
You fuckin' good for nothin', no talent, bastard!
I can you outta breath, like asthma,
I can see through ya like CASPER!!!
Done went from to spectacular
Refuse me I'm swingin' at you bitches til' I see the platinum,
And I bet it you mad, ha?
Well brace your fuckin' self cuz it's about to be shit now,
Bet'cha I'ma make a a part of ya,
Since you to kick some dust up, got to make it hard for ya,
Slow ya down like you booze,
workin' in the studio all night LIKE IT'S THE THING TO DO!!!
Opening act to attraction,
Therefore disrespect is not allowed no or no FASHION!
Sell my album and I'm smashin', BLASTIN',
Who the fuck that is, is what askin'?

[Third

I talk more than a LIL' 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 damned like my breath stank,
Starin' at niggas wet paint,
You done ran out of gas that's why your don't wanna drank,
You hit the charts but you can't up,
You want a contract, but you weigh up,
Mic-clutchin', bustin',
Ain't no rushin', cuz I'm perfected to the percussion,
to finish chorus to the verse,
Bout to fight you niggas FIRE so prepare yourself for the WORST!
If I tell you to take precaution you oughtta,
You ain't it til' you heard it from MISTER SHIT TALKER!!!!!

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