Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Massacre

How I keep my composure
When all of thoughts fought for exposure?
Release, then veins in the increase
When I let off, make a wish and blow the smoke off my
Unloadin, and the rhymes are explodin
And the mic that I'm golden
Cordless cause the wire fire like a fuse
Gunpowder and the slightest is a friction
The is there so listen
the brief description
A then flame then smoke, ashes a dust to dust
is compact when I bust
MC's are now in a
A disaster a, master at a beat to death
To a pulp, till it pump
Speakers aint sayin
Now the can thump
As I'm lookin' I stand like great in Brooklyn
Then the stage is then
Havoc struck that could product a court
Keep in touch with the mic when you're holdin
and pumpin and slobbin and droolin
Nothin's pumpin, who do you think ya
Tommy Tucker, the neighborhood
What you oughtta do, is pick up a
From what I invent, so hard not to bite, but you can't so
You to kidnap
I the kid rap
When he get off he know he shouldn't a did
Minor, old timer, weak rhymer, stay in
You won't be to go so yo
Maybe later, gonna be
But for now, almost one of me
Now the immature imitations from originations
by tracin and a little arrangin
So perform, If ya still aint maybe after
A roast by the host with the most it's a massacre

Never tired, don't even try it, keep
Like a storm, you rain, but a riot
Remains, the gangs power like the towerin inferno
The gonna burn so
Distance I kept, ou better watch step
Volunteers go from and get
Ya out of the
the temperature change
Anywhere the range of celcius
on the mic, mic melts see it
Burns soon as it's felt see torchin, scorchin
Mic's pipin hot, steamin schemin now ya not
Brown must a been dusted
Disgusted, now he can't be
Embalmed with
Static can an explosion, in fact impact's closin in
was up, so I don't need a time 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 your brain and name a rhyme ya clout
One mistake, ya out
If this imitation it can't be the show
what you'll find somewhere over the rainbow
Courage, heart, brain, you rhyme
on your mic, snap your fingers three times
We gone, or the story won't end the
And you'll feel the
The potion was weak, make antidote
Whats the science? why can't ya
for musical intelligence
Rhymes are irrelevant, no
And that it
Go manufacture a match, send me a blast
the master that has to make musical massacre