Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Massacre

How could I keep my
When all sorts of fought for exposure?
Release, then in the brains increase
When I let off, a wish and blow the smoke off my piece
Unloadin, unfold and the are explodin
And the mic that I'm golden
Cordless cause the caught fire like a fuse
and the slightest bruise is a friction
The outcome is there so
Here's the description
A then flame then smoke, ashes a dust to dust
Contact is compact I bust
are now in a massacre
A a, master at fashion a beat to death
To a pulp, it can't pump
aint sayin nothin
Now the ball can
As I'm lookin' I stand like great buildings in
the stage is took then
Havoc struck that could product a whole
Keep in touch with the mic you're holdin y'all
Sumpin and and slobbin and droolin
Nothin's pumpin, who do you think ya
Tommy Tucker, the sucker
What you oughtta do, is up a tempo
From what I invent, so hard not to bite, but you prevent so
You to kidnap
I the kid rap
When he get off he know he a did that
Minor, old timer, weak rhymer, in liner
You be inclined to go so yo
Maybe later, you're be
But for now, almost one of me
Now the immature imitations taken originations
Made by tracin and a 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 try it, keep quiet
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 your
Volunteers go here and get
Ya out of the
Appreciate the change
Anywhere within the range of
on the mic, mic melts see it
Burns soon as it's felt see torchin, scorchin
Mic's hot, steamin who's 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 heat-stroke when I rhyme
Pull out the tool, sometimes I break fool
But I was cool, like one in the
Lets play a game of rhymin
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 rhyme
Turn on your mic, snap your fingers times
We gone, or the story end the same
And you'll the flame
The potion was weak, another antidote
Whats the science? why ya quote?
for musical intelligence
Rhymes are irrelevant, no
And settles it
Go manufacture a match, send me after a
From the master that has to musical massacre