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, Mr Smith, check it out

I'm goin' to the top leavin' in my trail
Bitch ass gangstas put ass on sale
And if I'm twice as expensive as the rest
When I go for dolo you checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is splittin' brain
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 like a
I bust through all types of red and sue papes
Niggas old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong of flip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin' once again
I drain with ink and put blood in my pen
I'm breakin til somethin' gives
A nigga got to live and Mr Smith is god, kid

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time's up, your up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the spot up with that touch
I got the magnetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya call a medic cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy it's the Mr Smith
Your niggas couldn't raise up a forklift
the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's hard like Bacardi and hot like a 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 scream you sound like a bled teeth
I get'cha open like f-lay, you when I spray
Lethal compositions your way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr Smith
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