Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Massacre

How I keep my composure
When all sorts of thoughts fought for
Release, veins in the brains increase
When I let off, make a and blow the smoke off my piece
Unloadin, unfold and the rhymes are
And the mic that I'm golden
Cordless cause the wire caught like a fuse
Gunpowder and the slightest is a friction
The outcome is there so
the brief description
A boom then then smoke, ashes a dust to dust
is compact when I bust
MC's are now in a
A disaster a, master at fashion a beat to
To a pulp, till it pump
Speakers aint nothin
Now the ball can
As I'm lookin' I stand great buildings in Brooklyn
Then the is took then
Havoc struck that could product a court
Keep in touch with the mic when you're y'all
Sumpin and pumpin and and droolin
pumpin, who do you think ya foolin?
Tommy Tucker, the sucker
What you oughtta do, is pick up a
what I invent, so hard not to bite, but you can't prevent so
You to kidnap
I the kid rap
When he get off he he shouldn't a did that
Minor, old timer, weak rhymer, in liner
You be inclined to go so yo
later, you're gonna be
But for now, almost one of me
Now the immature imitations taken originations
by tracin and a little arrangin
So perform, If ya still aint warm maybe
A by the host with the most it's a musical massacre

tired, don't even try it, keep quiet
Like a storm, you could rain, but a
Remains, the gangs power just like the towerin
The gonna burn so
Distance I kept, ou better your step
Volunteers go here and get
Ya out of the
Appreciate the change
within the range of celcius
Fahrenheit on the mic, mic see it
Burns as it's felt see it's torchin, scorchin
Mic's pipin hot, steamin who's now ya not
James Brown a been dusted
Disgusted, now he can't be
with fluid
Static can cause an explosion, in fact impact's in
Time was up, so I don't need a bomb
Beat gives me a when I rhyme calm
Pull out the tool, sometimes I break fool
But I was cool, one in the chamber
Lets a game of rhymin roulette
And put me up to brain and name a rhyme about ya clout
One mistake, ya out
If this imitation it can't be the same
what you'll find somewhere over the rainbow
Courage, heart, brain, you need
Turn on your mic, snap fingers three times
We gone, or the story end the same
And feel the flame
The was weak, make another antidote
Whats the science? why can't ya
Elements for musical
Rhymes are irrelevant, no
And that it
Go manufacture a match, me after a blast
From the master that has to musical massacre