Luyện nghe bài hát Playing in Mud

It in like sons
In water confines womb time
new fine severed fresh from the damn umbilical/
A non-conformist,
Thaw beats as buckets for the vomits,
Bro ill flowing bars in accordance,
Slow yet going hard as a tortoise,
the skill,
Should we spar be tortures,
by
Unworthy sad wounded
The mic is closed for maintenance,
Go talk outside with your brain friends,
Or at a hallway of a clinic,
Hitch-hiking wheel from passing paraplegics/
I'm an Autobot Spazzatron,
The one you're about with the large hard weapons 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
clean cut are jewels we pen,
My rock, ripped sock, we got,
Soul for the music
Wit' enough to open up a bling-spot
cut gold are jewels we pen,
Do you

The hole in my back for God performs ventriloquism/
Puppet,
visions/
Pun vet,
Ben Stiller ill
Scripted,
Intrinsic in
I you,
Gel prop'ly,
few copies,
Popichulo,
You should know,
I'm not in the bothered,
In this bar none can ever sprint farther,

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

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

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

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