Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr
Uh Mr Smith, the bomb y'knowhutI'msayin? 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 that ass on
And even if I'm twice as expensive as the
When I go for dolo you ain't checkin' for less
My strategy is brain cavity's
It's ya bringin' you a tragedy
Yeah, on the block slice her like a ox
it's time to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I bust all types of red tape and sue papes
come old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes the belly witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of trips
the rebirth of murkin' niggas once again
I drain ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm ribs til somethin' gives
A nigga got to live and Mr Smith is god, kid

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

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

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

What? You wanna do what? You 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 hold up, the is goin' on?
All these character MC's gettin' airborne
takin' off like a hot air
up up up, oh no kaboom
Bring your heroes down to ground
grippin ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on shit, throats 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 to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin' flavor to the whole
Mr Smith is my name

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

Mr Smith (I was a mack birth)
bout Mr Smith (I invented the taadow!) Uh
talkin' bout Mr
talkin' bout Mr
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Time's up, your up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the spot up that divine touch
I got the magnetic energetic calasthetic
Ya better a medic cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy the champion Mr Smith
Your couldn't raise up with a forklift
the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's hard like Bacardi and hot like a house
All your so-called flavor is deaded
Your next is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to
When you scream you sound muddy a bled teeth
I get'cha like f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
Lethal compositions around way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the frame my verbal gift

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