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, Mr Smith, check it out

I'm goin' to the top leavin' in my trail
Bitch ass put that ass on sale
And even if I'm as expensive as the rest
I go for dolo you ain't checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is splittin' brain
ya majesty bringin' you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher slice her like a ox
When it's to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I bust all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come old but they always wanna
I'm cuttin' snakes the belly witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of flip
It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas again
I drain with ink and put blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til gives
A nigga got to and Mr Smith is power god, kid

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

Mr Smith you got the shit up
Work ya thang baby, 'em how to blow 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 face
I'm on some ole shit, ya niggas can't get with
of fact, mornin yawn and suck a dick
Nah hold up, the fuck is on?
All cartoon character MC's gettin' airborne
takin' off like a hot air
goin' up up up, oh no
your heroes down to ground zero
Shotty grippin ya grill Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on shit, throats is gettin' shit
Scoopedin New Jacks and 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap they need to go and stick it
Cos when it to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin' flavor to the game
Mr is my motherfuckin' name

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

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

Time's up, your up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the spot up with that touch
I got the magnetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya better a medic cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy the champion Mr Smith
Your niggas couldn't up with a forklift
Cocked the hammer, out the grammar
It's hard like and hot like a house party
All your flavor niggas is deaded
Your step is where ya headed 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 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 sewed up
Work ya thang baby, 'em how to blow up