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 expensive as the
When I go for dolo you checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is 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 through all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' through the belly witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of trips
It's the rebirth of niggas once again
I drain with ink and put your 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
Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to up

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

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

What? You wanna do You lack the vitality
Originality, so reality
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and a dick
Nah hold up, the fuck is on?
All these cartoon MC's gettin' airborne
takin' off a hot air balloon
up up up, oh no kaboom
Bring your heroes to ground zero
Shotty ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some shit, is gettin' shit
Scoopedin New Jacks and 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas need to go and stick it
Cos when it to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin' to the whole game
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin'

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

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

Time's up, your up, mix the lines up
I'm to blow the spot up with that divine touch
I got the magnetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya call a medic cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy it's the Mr Smith
Your niggas raise up with a forklift
Cocked the hammer, out the grammar
It's hard like and hot like a house party
All your so-called flavor niggas is
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 get'cha like f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
Lethal compositions your way
I'm the murderous Mr James Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the frame with my verbal

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