Luyện nghe bài hát Playing in Mud

It kicks in like
In water confines doing womb
new style severed fresh from the damn umbilical/
A non-conformist,
Uses Thaw beats as for the vomits,
Bro gets ill bars in accordance,
Slow yet going hard as a tortoise,
the skill,
Should we spar be tortures,
by
Unworthy sad authors//
The mic is closed for maintenance,
Go outside with your brain vacant friends,
Or at a of a mental clinic,
wheel chairs from passing paraplegics/
I'm an Autobot Spazzatron,
The one you're warned about with the large hard drawn,

out, new gender,
penner,
in my as commander

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

The hole in my back for when God ventriloquism/
Puppet,
Pencilling
Pun vet,
Ben ill shit/
Scripted,
Intrinsic in
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,

do tend to pale in comparison,
albino twin! twin!/
Psycho,
If you know it's I Mpo,
with an A H and it's no typo//
G-g-g-get ass beat thoroughly,
No prob a who clocks in hourly/
leap, as far being,
the box,
unorthodox regarding
rhyme flexer takin' space in the booth, lace
lines quite fresher than the cancer in toothpaste,
for the lecture
in the of a CD price/
wit' the device,

Indeed he
Dikes,
match the tongue game,
From the old down to the young dame,
Came, saw,
speech,
drunkard/

My rock, ripped sock, we got,
Soul for the fan/

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