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, yeah Mr Smith, it out

I'm to the top leavin' smoke in my trail
Bitch ass put that ass on sale
And even if I'm twice as expensive as the
When I go for dolo you ain't checkin' for less
My strategy is splittin' cavity's
It's ya majesty bringin' you a
Yeah, on the butcher block her like a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam like a
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 hotties, a strong aisle of flip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin' once again
I drain with ink and put blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til gives
A got to live and Mr Smith is power god, kid

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

Mr Smith you got the sewed up
Work ya 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 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 hold up, the is goin' on?
All these cartoon character gettin' airborne
takin' off like a hot air
goin' up up up, oh no
Bring your heroes down to ground
Shotty ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some shit, throats is gettin'
Scoopedin New and kick 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas they 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 name

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

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

Time's up, your rhyme's up, mix the up
I'm about to blow the spot up that divine touch
I got the energetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya call a medic cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy it's the champion Mr
Your niggas couldn't raise up with a
Cocked the hammer, out the grammar
It's hard like Bacardi and hot a house party
All your so-called flavor is deaded
Your next is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your is beat, your steelo's scarred to scrape
When you scream you sound like a bled teeth
I get'cha open f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
Lethal around your way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr James
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