Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Massacre

How could I keep my
When all sorts of thoughts for exposure?
Release, veins in the brains increase
When I let off, make a wish and blow the off my piece
Unloadin, unfold and the rhymes are
And the mic that I'm golden
Cordless cause the caught fire 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
Contact is when I bust
are now in a massacre
A disaster a, at fashion a beat to death
To a pulp, till it pump
Speakers sayin nothin
Now the ball can
As I'm lookin' I stand like great in Brooklyn
Then the is took then
Havoc struck could product a whole court
Keep in touch with the mic when holdin y'all
Sumpin and pumpin and and droolin
Nothin's pumpin, who do you ya foolin?
Tommy Tucker, the sucker
you oughtta do, is pick up a tempo
From I invent, so hard not to bite, but you can't prevent so
You start to
I the kid rap
he get off he know he shouldn't a did that
Minor, old timer, rhymer, stay in liner
You won't be to go so yo
Maybe later, gonna be
But for now, almost one of me
Now the immature imitations taken from
Made by tracin and a little
So perform, If ya still aint warm maybe
A roast by the host with the most a musical massacre

Never tired, don't try it, keep quiet
Like a storm, you could rain, but a
Remains, the gangs power like the towerin inferno
The gonna burn so
Distance I kept, ou watch your step
Volunteers go from and get
Ya out of the
Appreciate the temperature
Anywhere the range of celcius
Fahrenheit on the mic, mic see it
Burns soon as felt see it's torchin, scorchin
pipin hot, steamin who's schemin now ya not
James Brown a been dusted
Disgusted, now he be trusted
with fluid
Static can cause an explosion, in fact impact's in
Time was up, so I don't need a time
Beat gives me a heat-stroke I rhyme calm
out the tool, sometimes I wanna 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 same
Maybe you'll find somewhere over the rainbow
Courage, heart, brain, you rhyme
Turn on your mic, snap your fingers times
We gone, or the story won't end the
And you'll the flame
The was weak, make another antidote
Whats the science? why ya quote?
for musical intelligence
Rhymes are irrelevant, no
And settles it
Go manufacture a match, me after a blast
the master that has to make musical massacre