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, up kid, yeah Mr Smith, check it out

I'm goin' to the top leavin' smoke in my
Bitch ass gangstas put ass on sale
And even if I'm as expensive as the rest
When I go for you ain't checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is brain cavity's
It's ya bringin' you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher block her like a ox
When it's to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I bust through all types of red tape and sue
Niggas come old but 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 with ink and put 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
ya thang baby, show '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 thang baby, show 'em how to up

What? You wanna do what? You the vitality
Originality, so face
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya can't get with
Matter of fact, mornin and suck a dick
Nah up, the fuck is goin' on?
All these cartoon character MC's gettin'
takin' off like a hot air
goin' up up up, oh no
Bring your heroes down to zero
Shotty grippin ya grill like and DeNiro
I'm on some shit, throats is gettin'
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 grand sire bringin' flavor to the whole
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin'

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

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

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

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