Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

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

I'm goin' to the top leavin' in my trail
Bitch ass gangstas put that ass on
And even if I'm as expensive 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 butcher slice her like a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam like a
I bust through all types of red tape and sue
Niggas old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm snakes through the belly witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong of flip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas once
I drain with ink and put blood 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
Work ya 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 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 get with
of fact, mornin yawn and suck a dick
Nah hold up, the is goin' on?
All these cartoon character gettin' airborne
takin' off a hot air balloon
up up up, oh no kaboom
Bring your heroes down to ground
grippin ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
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 this rap I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin' to the whole game
Mr is my motherfuckin' name

Mr Smith you got the shit 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
bout Mr Smith
talkin'

up, your rhyme's 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 couldn't raise up with a forklift
the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's hard like Bacardi and hot like a house
All your flavor niggas is deaded
next step is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your scarred to scrape
you scream you sound muddy like a bled teeth
I open like f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
Lethal around your way
I'm the maniacal Mr James Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the frame my verbal gift

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