Luyện nghe bài hát Playing in Mud

It kicks in like
In water confines doing time
new fine style severed fresh from the damn
A non-conformist,
Uses beats as buckets 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 your vacant friends,
Or at a of a mental clinic,
Hitch-hiking wheel chairs from passing
I'm an Autobot Spazzatron,
The one you're warned about with the large hard drawn,

out, new gender,
penner,
in my prime as

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

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

Others do tend to in comparison,
twin! Albino twin!/
Psycho,
If you don't know I Mpo,
Supah with an A H and no typo//
that ass beat thoroughly,
No a nutjob who clocks in hourly/
leap, as far being,
the box,
unorthodox schemes/
fancy rhyme flexer 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,
s-s-slurred

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

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