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, yeah Mr Smith, it out

I'm to the top leavin' smoke in my trail
Bitch ass gangstas put that ass on
And if I'm twice as expensive as the rest
When I go for you ain't checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is splittin' brain
It's ya majesty bringin' you a
Yeah, on the butcher block her like a ox
When it's time to get down, I jam like a Glock
I through all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm snakes through the belly witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a aisle of flip trips
It's the of murkin' niggas once again
I drain with ink and put your in my pen
I'm ribs til somethin' gives
A got to live and Mr Smith is power god, kid

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

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

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

What? You wanna do what? You lack the
Originality, so reality
I'm on ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get with
Matter of fact, mornin and suck a dick
Nah hold up, the fuck is on?
All these cartoon character gettin' airborne
off like a hot air balloon
goin' up up up, oh no
Bring your heroes down to zero
Shotty grippin ya grill Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some shit, is gettin' shit
Scoopedin New and kick 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas they to go and stick it
Cos it comes to this rap shit 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 thang baby, show 'em how to up

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

Time's up, rhyme's up, mix the lines up
I'm to blow the spot up with that divine touch
I got the magnetic energetic lyrical
Ya better call a cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy it's the Mr Smith
Your couldn't raise up with a forklift
the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's like Bacardi and hot like a house party
All your so-called flavor is deaded
Your next step is ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to
When you scream you sound muddy a bled teeth
I get'cha open like f-lay, you when I spray
Lethal around your way
I'm the maniacal Mr James Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the with my verbal gift

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