Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

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

I'm goin' to the top leavin' smoke in my
Bitch ass gangstas put 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 is splittin' brain cavity's
It's ya majesty you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher block slice her a ox
When time to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I bust all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come old but they always wanna
I'm cuttin' snakes through the witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of flip
It's the rebirth of niggas once again
I drain with ink and put blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til somethin'
A nigga got to and Mr Smith is power god, kid

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

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

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

What? You wanna do what? You lack the
Originality, so reality
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a
Nah hold up, the fuck is on?
All these cartoon character MC's gettin'
off like a hot air balloon
goin' up up up, oh no
Bring your down to ground zero
Shotty grippin ya like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on shit, throats is gettin' shit
New Jacks and kick 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas they need to go and it
Cos it comes to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The sire bringin' flavor to the whole game
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin'

Mr Smith you got the shit up
Work ya thang baby, 'em how to blow up

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

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

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