Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Massacre

How I keep my composure
When all sorts of fought for exposure?
Release, then veins in the increase
When I let off, a wish and blow the smoke off my piece
Unloadin, and the rhymes are explodin
And the mic that I'm golden
Cordless cause the wire caught fire 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
Contact is compact I bust
MC's are now in a
A disaster a, master at fashion a beat to
To a pulp, till it pump
Speakers sayin nothin
Now the can thump
As I'm lookin' I stand great buildings in Brooklyn
Then the is took then
struck that could product a whole court
Keep in with the mic when you're holdin y'all
Sumpin and pumpin and and droolin
Nothin's pumpin, who do you think ya
Tommy Tucker, the sucker
What you do, is pick up a tempo
what I invent, so hard not to bite, but you can't prevent so
You start to
I the kid rap
When he get off he know he shouldn't a did
Minor, old timer, weak rhymer, in liner
You be inclined to go so yo
Maybe later, gonna be
But for now, you're one of me
Now the immature imitations taken originations
Made by tracin and a arrangin
So perform, If ya still warm maybe after
A roast by the host with the most 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 beat's gonna so
Distance I kept, ou better watch step
Volunteers go here and get
Ya out of the
Appreciate the change
Anywhere within the range of
Fahrenheit on the mic, mic see it
Burns soon as it's felt see it's torchin,
Mic's hot, steamin who's schemin now ya not
James must a been dusted
Disgusted, now he can't be
Embalmed with
Static can cause an explosion, in fact closin in
was up, so I don't need a time bomb
Beat me a heat-stroke 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 show
Maybe what you'll find somewhere the rainbow
Courage, heart, brain, you rhyme
Turn on your mic, snap fingers three times
We gone, or the story end the same
And you'll the flame
The potion was weak, another antidote
the science? why can't ya quote?
Elements for musical
Rhymes are irrelevant, no
And that it
Go a match, send me after a blast
From the that has to make musical massacre