Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr
Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb y'knowhutI'msayin? Mr.
Mr Smith, word up kid, yeah Mr Smith, it out

I'm goin' to the top smoke in my trail
ass gangstas put that ass on sale
And if I'm twice as expensive as the rest
When I go for you ain't 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 of red tape and sue papes
come old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' through the belly witta icepick
And hotties, a strong aisle of flip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas again
I drain with ink and put your in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til gives
A nigga got to live and Mr is power 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
ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up

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

What? You wanna do You lack the vitality
Originality, so reality
I'm on some ole shit, ya niggas can't get with
Matter of fact, yawn and suck a dick
Nah up, the fuck is goin' on?
All these character MC's gettin' airborne
off like a hot air balloon
goin' up up up, oh no
Bring your heroes down to ground
grippin ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on shit, throats is gettin' shit
New Jacks and kick 'em in the fire bit
Tell ole Jap niggas they need to go and stick it
Cos when it to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin' to the whole game
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin'

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

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

Time's up, your up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the up with that divine touch
I got the magnetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya better call a cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy the champion Mr Smith
Your niggas raise up with a forklift
Cocked the hammer, out the grammar
It's hard like Bacardi and hot a house party
All your so-called flavor niggas is
next step is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your is beat, your steelo's scarred to scrape
When you scream you sound muddy like a bled
I get'cha open like f-lay, 'tack you I spray
Lethal compositions your way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the frame with my gift

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