Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr
Uh Mr Smith, it's the y'knowhutI'msayin? 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 as the rest
When I go for dolo you checkin' for nothin' less
My is splittin' brain cavity's
It's ya majesty bringin' you a
Yeah, on the block slice her like a ox
When it's to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I bust all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come old but they wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes the belly witta icepick
And hotties, a strong aisle of flip trips
It's the of murkin' niggas once again
I with ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm ribs til somethin' gives
A nigga got to and Mr Smith is power god, kid

Mr you got the shit sewed 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

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

What? You do what? You lack the vitality
Originality, so face
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas get with
Matter of fact, mornin and suck a dick
Nah up, the fuck is goin' on?
All these cartoon character MC's airborne
takin' off like a hot air
up up up, oh no kaboom
Bring your heroes to ground zero
Shotty grippin ya grill like Pesci and
I'm on shit, throats is gettin' shit
Scoopedin New Jacks and kick 'em in the bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas need to go and stick it
Cos when it comes to this rap I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin' flavor to the whole
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin'

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

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

Time's up, your up, mix the lines up
I'm about to the spot up with that divine touch
I got the magnetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya better call a medic cos ya look
boy it's the champion Mr Smith
Your niggas raise up with a forklift
the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's like Bacardi and hot like a house party
All your flavor niggas is deaded
Your next step is where ya so don't forget it
rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to scrape
When you you sound muddy like a bled teeth
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