Luyện nghe bài hát Pyromaniax

ringing....
little girl:Monkey, you at monkey??

And what, rappers wanna it to me
Oh, you the M.C. (so so so so so)
And what, yeah we known to up the spot
burning, blazing hot

Why you wanna challenge a guy like me, if you not clever (come on)
than prostitutes sweating in hot weather
Load the spot better, than you will in your life
kill and get trife, go ahead i'm just gone chill with your wife
The only one that'll get you in a cyph and flex
So the next child that try to front then, I'ma your x-files
That been, hidden for years, and when i came
Mics burn i flame, forever remain with my name
high pain like migraine headaches and all
You got the nerve to stand before me, pretend you were
Must be pathetic to brawl, with a M.C. lord, holding a
I'ma a microphone and my lyrics the vocal cord

You's a fisher price king only to battle
Saddle
Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of tackle
Buck forty nine tax to the max, corrision shample
Gamble, don't tangle with hard to handle
Beats lyrical up the river paddle your tackle
a neon shadow, but still confusing like a pharoah
????split through travels i

Now has led you would have it, my grab habit
Excels over the plab attics, have 'em (dag nam it)
They pissed off, like the toilet
They plans are foiled, like there in tin paper
Burned like skin scrapper, the top kid take ya
I'm nice, so think twice, before you hold the device
Lyrics are precise, had you blind like three mice
Me shise, must of had me for the wrong stick
That kids cut short, I'm the one with the long cord and the one
i smack one rhyme at a time like kids up
Wild the fight in a club, heads is backing up
In the meantime, your filth club, filled with clean rhyme
Gleam like sheam shine, take you ass home to better mine
Be out of town sundown, this block ain't big enough for the both of us
No of redemption like broken trust
Who tops the bottle cap and the whole three liter bottle
Rap and let it go
Off duty officers in brooklyn go strap...

Don't knock me 'cause you rock me
Lyrically i'm cocky, you sloppy, refer to me as
Malaki, of your style, i make a of, 'cause you choppy
You should specialize in copies like
Don't ass think yo, you me (hahahahaha) i don't think so
Not even by cinco, you blink bro
Now catch your going down the sink yo
My hits rock you nots so run and get cops
I rip shops and flip hot fat like
Outta space i roll with spock, lyrically herbs,
When i verbs, direct actors like speilberg,
Run ill hearse (son whose the arsonists) hit me off yo
I slice and melt icebergs in the north pole
You soft so, really awful, i rock the grand
You need magic like Orlando, or be rambo, multiplied by commando
Tell your crew, i told you i wreck those too
Make you vocal, i'm you local, call and sick, you saw my click
Your chances are it and straws and sticks