Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Massacre

How I keep my composure
When all sorts of thoughts fought for
Release, veins in the brains increase
I let off, make a wish and blow the smoke off my piece
Unloadin, unfold and the are explodin
And the mic that I'm holdin'
Cordless cause the wire caught fire like a
Gunpowder and the bruise is a friction
The is there so listen
the brief description
A boom then flame then smoke, ashes a dust to
Contact is compact when I
MC's are now in a
A disaster a, at fashion a beat to death
To a pulp, till it pump
aint sayin nothin
Now the ball can
As I'm lookin' I stand great buildings in Brooklyn
Then the stage is then
Havoc struck that could product a court
in touch with the mic when you're holdin y'all
Sumpin and pumpin and slobbin and
pumpin, who do you think ya foolin?
Tommy Tucker, the neighborhood
What you oughtta do, is up a tempo
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 know he a did that
Minor, old timer, weak rhymer, stay in
You be inclined to go so yo
Maybe later, gonna be
But for now, you're one of me
Now the immature imitations taken from
Made by tracin and a arrangin
So perform, If ya aint warm maybe after
A roast by the host with the most a musical massacre

Never tired, even try it, keep quiet
Like a storm, you could rain, but a
Remains, the gangs power just the towerin inferno
The beat's burn so
Distance I kept, ou better your step
Volunteers go here and get
Ya out of the
the temperature change
Anywhere within the range of
on the mic, mic melts see it
Burns soon as it's felt see it's torchin,
Mic's pipin hot, steamin who's now ya not
James Brown must a dusted
Disgusted, now he be trusted
with fluid
Static can cause an explosion, in fact impact's in
Time was up, so I need a time bomb
Beat gives me a heat-stroke when I calm
Pull out the tool, sometimes I wanna fool
But I was cool, like one in the
Lets play a of rhymin roulette
And put me up to your brain and a rhyme about ya clout
One mistake, ya out
If imitation it can't be the same show
Maybe what you'll find over the rainbow
Courage, heart, brain, you rhyme
Turn on mic, snap your fingers three times
We gone, or the story end the same
And you'll feel the
The potion was weak, make antidote
the science? why can't ya quote?
Elements for musical
are irrelevant, no development
And that it
Go manufacture a match, me after a blast
From the master that has to make massacre