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 to the top leavin' smoke in my trail
Bitch ass gangstas put ass on sale
And even if I'm twice as as the rest
When I go for dolo you ain't checkin' for 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 time to get down, nigga I jam a Glock
I bust all types of red tape and sue papes
come old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the witta icepick
And hotties, a strong aisle of flip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas once
I drain ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til somethin'
A nigga got to and Mr Smith is power god, kid

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

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

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

What? You wanna do You lack the vitality
Originality, so face
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get
of fact, mornin yawn and suck a dick
Nah hold up, the fuck is on?
All these character MC's gettin' airborne
takin' off a hot air balloon
up up up, oh no kaboom
Bring your heroes down to ground
grippin ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some shit, throats is gettin'
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 sire bringin' 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 since birth)
talkin' bout Mr (I invented the taadow!) Uh
talkin' Mr Smith
talkin' bout Mr
bout

Time's up, your up, mix the lines up
I'm about to the spot up with that divine touch
I got the magnetic energetic calasthetic
Ya better call a medic cos ya look
Guan boy it's the champion Mr
Your niggas 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 flavor niggas is
Your next step is ya headed so don't forget it
rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to scrape
When you scream you sound muddy like a teeth
I open like f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
compositions around your way
I'm the murderous Mr James Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the frame with my verbal

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