Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shittalker

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

Verse:]

WHO
Think they talkin' more than Mr. Shit Talker?
Run around, disgustin' muthafuckas me get vulgar,
Don't make me pick your ass like a vulture,
Next you know I be preparin' these rhymes for you like sculptures
I thought the last seven have taught'cha,
I'm known for feats 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 dare you try to compare a private to a FIRST SERGEANT?
I come with more rounds than a hundred when they marchin',
I make more noise than a yard of German shepards they BARKIN',
Spin the bin, it, will make heads when they hear them,
you get flipped 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 with the old,
And all of a sudden what make you you can fuck 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....
FOUL SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!

[Second

I fly past ya like 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 from to spectacular
me then 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,
Bet'cha I'ma a foot a part of ya,
you tryin' to kick some dust up, got to make it hard for ya,
Slow ya down you drinkin' booze,
Started workin' in the studio all night LIKE 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!!!
Makin' it enough, y'all can sure feel it,
Nigga be fussin' that be feelin' faint,
Just like a cheerleader I'm to (go, go) TO THE BANK!!!
And watch, the baddest niggas gonna shrink,
Keep them out my damned face like my breath stank,
Starin' at like wet paint,
You done ran out of gas that's why your don't wanna drank,
You hit the charts but you 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 niggas with FIRE so yourself for the WORST!
If I tell you to precaution then you oughtta,
You ain't heard it til' you heard it from SHIT TALKER!!!!!

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