Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shittalker

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

[First

WHO
Think they more shit than Mr. Shit Talker?
Run around, muthafuckas make me get vulgar,
Don't make me your ass apart like a vulture,
Next thing you know I be these rhymes for you like sculptures
I thought the last seven have taught'cha,
I'm known for remarkable feats with my in the tape recorder,
into 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 fuckin' private to a SERGEANT?
I come more rounds than a hundred soldiers when they marchin',
I make more noise than a of German shepards when they BARKIN',
Spin the bin, it, will make heads split they hear them,
Shit you get from 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 what make you think 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 you think you can fuck with the new shit?
That's, Mr. Talker....
FOUL SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!

[Second

I fly past ya like you're backwards,
You good for nothin', no talent, non-rappin' bastard!
I can tell you outta breath, asthma,
I can see clean through ya CASPER!!!
Done from ordinary to spectacular
me then I'm swingin' at you bitches til' I see the platinum,
And I bet it you mad, ha?
Well your fuckin' self cuz it's about to be some shit now,
Bet'cha make a foot a part of ya,
Since you tryin' to kick dust up, got to make it hard for ya,
ya down like you drinkin' booze,
Started workin' in the studio all LIKE IT'S THE THING TO DO!!!
act to main 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 shit than a LIL' BIT!!!
it rough enough, y'all can sure feel it,
Nigga be that bitch be feelin' faint,
Just like a cheerleader I'm to (go, go) TO THE BANK!!!
And watch, the baddest even gonna shrink,
Keep bitches out my damned face like my breath stank,
at niggas like wet paint,
You ran out of gas that's why your shit don't wanna drank,
You hit the charts but you can't 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 niggas FIRE so prepare yourself for the WORST!
If I you to take precaution then you oughtta,
You ain't heard it til' you heard it MISTER SHIT TALKER!!!!!

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