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 goin' to the top smoke in my trail
Bitch ass 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 nothin'
My strategy is splittin' brain
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 through all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come old but they always infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the belly witta
And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of trips
It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas again
I drain with ink and put 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 thang baby, 'em how to blow up

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

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

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

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

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

Time's up, rhyme's up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the spot up with that divine
I got the magnetic energetic calasthetic
Ya better call a cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy the champion Mr Smith
Your niggas couldn't raise up with a
Cocked the hammer, out the grammar
It's hard like and hot like a house party
All your flavor niggas is deaded
Your 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 like a bled
I get'cha open like f-lay, 'tack you when I
compositions around your way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the with my verbal gift

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