Luyện nghe bài hát Playing in Mud

It kicks in like
In water doing womb time
new fine style fresh from the damn umbilical/
A non-conformist,
Thaw beats as buckets for the vomits,
Bro ill flowing bars in accordance,
yet still going hard as a tortoise,
the skill,
Should we there'll be tortures,
by
Unworthy sad authors//
The mic is closed for maintenance,
Go talk outside with your vacant friends,
Or at a of a mental clinic,
Hitch-hiking chairs from passing paraplegics/
I'm an Autobot Spazzatron,
The one you're warned about with the hard weapons drawn,

out, new gender,
penner,
in my as commander

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

The hole in my back for God performs ventriloquism/
Puppet,
Pencilling
Pun vet,
Ben ill shit/
Scripted,
Intrinsic in
I you,
Gel prop'ly,
few copies,
Popichulo,
You probably know,
I'm not in the bothered,
In this bar race can ever sprint farther,

Others do to pale in comparison,
twin! Albino twin!/
Psycho,
If you don't it's I Mpo,
with an A H and it's no typo//
G-g-g-get that ass thoroughly,
No prob a nutjob who clocks in
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/
Greedy the device,

Indeed he
Dikes,
Couldn't the tongue game,
the old MILF down to the young dame,
Came, saw,
speech,
s-s-slurred

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

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