Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shittalker

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

[First

WHO
they talkin' more shit than Mr. Shit Talker?
Run around, disgustin' make me get vulgar,
Don't make me your ass apart like a vulture,
Next thing you know I be preparin' these rhymes for you sculptures
I thought the seven would have taught'cha,
I'm known for remarkable feats my points in the tape recorder,
into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they the charges,
I ran 'em by margins,
How dare you try to compare a fuckin' to a FIRST SERGEANT?
I with more rounds than a hundred soldiers when they 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 this MACHINE GUN MOUTH NIGGA,
My rhymin' skills be if I wash'em,
I keep on my tongue so approach me with CAUTION!!!!

That's MISTER!!!! Mr. Talker
You fuck 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. Talker
You fuck 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!!!!!!!

[Second

I fly ya like you're movin' backwards,
You good for nothin', no talent, non-rappin' bastard!
I can tell you outta breath, asthma,
I can see through ya like CASPER!!!
went from ordinary 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 about to be some shit now,
I'ma make a foot a part of ya,
Since you to kick some dust up, got to make it hard for ya,
ya down like you drinkin' booze,
Started 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 and I'm still smashin', BLASTIN',
Who the that is, is what they askin'?

[Third

I more shit than a LIL' BIT!!!
Makin' it rough enough, can sure feel it,
be fussin' that bitch be feelin' faint,
Just like a cheerleader I'm to (go, go) TO THE BANK!!!
And watch, the niggas even gonna shrink,
Keep them bitches out my damned face 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 but you can't stay up,
You want a contract, but you weigh up,
Mic-clutchin', bustin',
no fuckin' rushin', cuz I'm perfected to the percussion,
Start to chorus to the verse,
Bout to fight you with FIRE so prepare yourself for the WORST!
If I tell you to precaution then you oughtta,
You ain't it til' you heard it from MISTER SHIT TALKER!!!!!

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