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 goin' to the top leavin' in my trail
Bitch ass gangstas put ass on sale
And even if I'm twice as expensive as the
When I go for dolo you checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is splittin' brain
It's ya majesty you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher block her like a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam like a
I through all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of trips
It's the of murkin' niggas once again
I drain ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin til somethin' gives
A nigga got to and Mr Smith is power god, kid

Mr Smith you got the 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

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

What? You wanna do You lack the vitality
Originality, so face
I'm on some ole shit, ya niggas can't get with
of fact, mornin yawn and suck a dick
Nah up, the fuck is goin' on?
All these character 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 like Pesci and
I'm on some shit, throats is shit
New Jacks and kick 'em in the fire bit
Tell ole Jap niggas they need to go and stick it
Cos when it comes to this rap shit I'm mad
The grand sire flavor to the whole game
Mr Smith is my 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' Mr Smith (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 that divine touch
I got the magnetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya better call a cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy it's the champion Mr
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 so-called flavor niggas is deaded
Your next is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to
When you you sound muddy like a bled teeth
I open like f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
compositions around your way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr James
Rippin' ya ass out the frame with my verbal

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