Luyện nghe bài hát Pyromaniax

ringing....
little girl:Monkey, where you at

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

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

You's a fisher price king only eligible to
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 warfare up the river paddle your tackle
Gotta a neon shadow, but confusing like a pharoah
through travels i unravel

Now has led you would it, my microphone grab habit
Excels over the plab attics, 'em like (dag nam it)
pissed off, like missing the toilet
They plans are foiled, like there in tin paper
Burned like scrapper, the top kid i'll take ya
I'm type nice, so think twice, before you hold the
Lyrics shot are precise, had you blind like mice
Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the wrong
That kids cut short, I'm the one with the long and the track one
i smack one rhyme at a time kids acting up
like the fight in a club, heads is backing up
In the meantime, disinfect your filth club, with clean rhyme
like sheam shine, take you ass home to better dream mine
Be out of town sundown, this block ain't big enough for the both of us
No chance of redemption 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
i'm cocky, you sloppy, refer to me as copy
Malaki, of your style, i make a of, 'cause you choppy
You should specialize in copies like
ass think yo, you beat me (hahahahaha) i don't think so
Not even by cinco, you blink bro
Now catch your career going the sink yo
My hits rock you dicks nots so run and get
I rip shops and hot fat like hitchcock
Outta space i roll spock, lyrically kill herbs,
When i spill verbs, actors like speilberg,
Run with ill hearse (son the arsonists) hit me off yo
I slice nerds and melt icebergs in the north
You soft so, awful, i rock the grand flow
You need magic like Orlando, or must be rambo, by commando
your whole crew, i told you i wreck those too
Make you vocal, i'm express you local, and sick, you saw my click
Your chances are it and straws and sticks