Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr
Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb Mr. Smith
Mr Smith, word up kid, yeah Mr Smith, 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 expensive as the
When I go for dolo you ain't for nothin' less
My strategy is brain cavity's
It's ya majesty bringin' you a
Yeah, on the butcher block slice her a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam a Glock
I through all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come old but they always infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the belly icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a aisle of flip trips
It's the rebirth of niggas once again
I drain ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til gives
A nigga got to live and Mr is power god, kid

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

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

Mr Smith you got the sewed up
ya thang 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 yawn and a dick
Nah up, the fuck is goin' on?
All these cartoon character MC's airborne
off like a hot air balloon
goin' up up up, oh no
Bring your heroes down to ground
Shotty grippin ya grill like Pesci and
I'm on some shit, throats is gettin'
Scoopedin New Jacks and '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, 'em how to blow up

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

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

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