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
ass gangstas put that 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 bringin' you a
Yeah, on the block slice her like a ox
When time to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I bust through all of red tape and sue papes
Niggas old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes the belly witta icepick
And hotties, a strong aisle of flip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas again
I drain ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til somethin'
A nigga got to live and Mr is power god, kid

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

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

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

What? You do what? You lack the vitality
Originality, so reality
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a
Nah up, the fuck is goin' on?
All these cartoon MC's gettin' airborne
off like a hot air balloon
goin' up up up, oh no
your heroes down to ground zero
Shotty grippin ya like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some shit, is gettin' shit
Scoopedin New and kick 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap they need to go and stick it
Cos when it comes to 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 Smith (I was a mack birth)
talkin' bout Mr (I invented the taadow!) Uh
talkin' Mr Smith
bout Mr Smith
talkin'

up, your rhyme's up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the spot up that divine touch
I got the magnetic energetic calasthetic
Ya better call a medic cos ya look
Guan boy the champion Mr Smith
Your couldn't raise up with a forklift
the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's hard Bacardi and hot like a house party
All your so-called niggas is deaded
Your step is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your steelo's to scrape
When you scream you sound muddy like a teeth
I get'cha open f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
Lethal compositions your way
I'm the murderous Mr James Smith
ya ass out the frame with my verbal gift

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