Luyện nghe bài hát Playing in Mud

It in like sons
In water confines doing time
new fine style severed fresh from the damn
A non-conformist,
Uses Thaw beats as for the vomits,
Bro gets ill bars in accordance,
yet still going hard as a tortoise,
the skill,
Should we spar be tortures,
by
Unworthy sad wounded
The open mic is for maintenance,
Go talk outside with brain vacant friends,
Or at a of a mental clinic,
Hitch-hiking chairs from passing paraplegics/
I'm an called Spazzatron,
The one you're warned about the large hard weapons drawn,

out, new gender,
penner,
in my prime as

My clique rock, sock, we got,
Soul for the music
Wit' enough to open up a bling-spot
clean cut are jewels we pen,
My clique rock, sock, we got,
Soul for the music
Wit' enough rhymes to up a bling-spot
clean cut gold are we pen,
Do you

The hole in my back for when God performs
Puppet,
Pencilling
Pun vet,
Ben ill shit/
Scripted,
in value
I you,
Gel prop'ly,
few copies,
Popichulo,
You should know,
I'm not in the bothered,
In bar race none can ever sprint farther,

Others do to pale in comparison,
albino twin! twin!/
Psycho,
If you don't it's I Mpo,
with an A H and it's no typo//
G-g-g-get ass beat thoroughly,
No prob a nutjob who clocks in
leap, as far being,
the box,
unorthodox regarding
fancy rhyme flexer takin' in the booth, lace
lines quite fresher than the cancer in toothpaste,
for the lecture
in the form of a CD
wit' the device,

Indeed he
Dikes,
Couldn't the tongue game,
From the old MILF to the young dame,
Came, saw,
speech,
drunkard/

My clique rock, sock, we got,
Soul for the music

My clique rock, sock, we got,
Soul for the fan/
Wit' rhymes to open up a bling-spot
clean cut are jewels we pen,
Do you
Alrightie