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 put that ass on sale
And even if I'm twice as expensive as the
When I go for dolo you ain't checkin' for less
My strategy is splittin' cavity's
It's ya majesty bringin' you a
Yeah, on the block slice her like a ox
it's time to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I bust through all 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 of flip trips
the rebirth of murkin' niggas once again
I drain with ink and put blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til gives
A nigga got to live and Mr Smith is god, kid

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

Mr you got the shit sewed up
Work ya thang baby, '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 the vitality
Originality, so reality
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya can't get with
of fact, mornin yawn and suck a dick
Nah hold up, the is goin' 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 grippin ya grill Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some shit, is gettin' shit
Scoopedin New and kick 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas they need to go and it
Cos it comes to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin' flavor to the whole
Mr is my motherfuckin' name

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

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

Time's up, your rhyme's up, mix the up
I'm about to blow the spot up with that touch
I got the magnetic energetic calasthetic
Ya better call a medic cos ya look
Guan boy it's the champion Mr
Your couldn't 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 niggas is deaded
Your next step is where ya headed so don't it
Your rhymes is beat, your scarred to scrape
When you scream you muddy like a bled teeth
I get'cha open like f-lay, 'tack you I spray
compositions around your way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr James
Rippin' ya ass out the frame with my gift

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