Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

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

I'm to the top leavin' smoke in my trail
ass gangstas put that ass on sale
And even if I'm twice as as the rest
When I go for dolo you ain't checkin' for less
My is splittin' brain cavity's
It's ya majesty bringin' you a
Yeah, on the block slice her like a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam like a
I bust through all types of red 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 ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til gives
A nigga got to and Mr Smith is power god, kid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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