Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr
Uh Mr Smith, it's the y'knowhutI'msayin? Mr. Smith
Mr Smith, word up kid, Mr Smith, check it out

I'm to the top leavin' smoke in my trail
Bitch ass put that ass on sale
And if I'm twice as expensive as the rest
When I go for dolo you ain't for nothin' less
My strategy is brain cavity's
ya majesty bringin' you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher slice her like a ox
When time to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I bust through all types of red tape and sue
Niggas come old but always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of trips
the rebirth of murkin' niggas once again
I with ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin til somethin' gives
A nigga got to and Mr Smith is power god, kid

Mr Smith you got the sewed up
Work ya baby, show 'em how to blow up

Mr Smith you got the sewed up
ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up

Mr you got the shit sewed up
Work ya baby, show 'em how to blow up

What? You wanna do what? You the vitality
Originality, so face
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya can't get with
of fact, mornin yawn and suck a dick
Nah up, the fuck is goin' on?
All these cartoon character gettin' airborne
off like a hot air balloon
goin' up up up, oh no
Bring your down to ground zero
Shotty ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some shit, is gettin' shit
Scoopedin New Jacks and kick 'em in the bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas they need to go and it
Cos when it comes to this rap I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin' to the whole game
Mr Smith is my name

Mr you got the shit sewed up
Work ya baby, show 'em how to blow up

Mr (I was a mack since birth)
talkin' bout Mr (I invented the taadow!) Uh
bout Mr Smith
talkin' bout Mr
talkin'

Time's up, rhyme's up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the spot up with divine touch
I got the energetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya better call a medic cos ya pathetic
Guan boy the champion Mr Smith
Your couldn't raise up with a forklift
the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's hard Bacardi and hot like a house party
All your so-called flavor niggas is
Your next is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to
When you scream you sound muddy like a teeth
I get'cha like f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
Lethal compositions your way
I'm the murderous Mr James Smith
ya ass out the frame with my verbal gift

Mr you got the shit sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to up