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
Bitch ass gangstas put ass on sale
And if I'm twice as expensive as the rest
When I go for you ain't checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is splittin' brain
It's ya majesty you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher slice her like a ox
When it's time to get down, I jam like a Glock
I bust all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come old but always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of flip
It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas once
I with 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 Smith you got the shit up
Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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