Luyện nghe bài hát Pyromaniax

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

And what, wanna bring it to me
Oh, you the M.C. (so so so so so)
And what, yeah we to blow up the spot
Pyromaniax burning, 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 ever will in your
Wanna kill and get trife, go ahead i'm just chill with your wife
The only one that'll get you in a and flex style
So the next that try to front then, I'ma pull your x-files
That been, for years, and released when i came
Mics burn when i flame, forever remain my name
Deliver high pain like migraine and all
You got the nerve to stand before me, pretend you were
Must be pathetic to brawl, with a M.C. lord, a sword
I'ma a microphone and my lyrics the vocal cord

You's a price king only eligible to battle
????
Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of tackle
Buck nine plus tax to the max, corrision shample
Atista Gamble, don't tangle with to handle
Beats warfare up the river paddle your tackle
Gotta a neon shadow, but still confusing a pharoah
????split through i unravel

Now has led you would it, my microphone grab habit
over the plab attics, have 'em like (dag nam it)
They off, like missing the toilet
They plans are foiled, like there in tin paper
Burned like skin scrapper, the top kid take ya
I'm type nice, so think twice, before you hold the
Lyrics shot are precise, had you like three mice
Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the 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 like the in a club, heads is backing up
In the meantime, disinfect your club, filled with clean rhyme
Gleam like shine, take you ass home to better dream mine
Be out of town from sundown, block ain't big enough for the both of us
No chance of redemption like trust
Who tops the bottle cap and seal the whole three liter
Rap and let it go
Off duty officers in brooklyn go strap...

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