Luyện nghe bài hát Pyromaniax

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

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

Why would you wanna a guy like me, if you not clever (come on)
Dirtier than sweating in hot weather
Load the spot better, you ever will in your life
Wanna kill and get trife, go 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, pull your x-files
That been, hidden for years, and when i came
Mics burn when i flame, remain with my name
Deliver high pain migraine headaches and all
You got the nerve to stand before me, pretend you were
Must be pathetic to brawl, a M.C. lord, holding a sword
I'ma a human microphone and my the vocal cord

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

Now has led you would have it, my microphone habit
Excels the plab attics, have 'em like (dag nam it)
They off, like missing the toilet
They plans are foiled, like wrapped in tin paper
Burned like skin scrapper, the top kid i'll ya
I'm type nice, so think twice, you hold the device
shot 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 and the track one
i smack one rhyme at a like kids acting up
Wild the fight in a club, heads is backing up
In the meantime, your filth club, filled with clean rhyme
like sheam shine, take you ass home to better dream mine
Be out of town from sundown, this block 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 better go strap...

Don't knock me 'cause you rock me
Lyrically i'm cocky, you sloppy, refer to me as
Malaki, of style, i make a mockery 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 nots so run and get cops
I rip and flip hot fat like hitchcock
Outta space i roll with spock, kill herbs,
When i spill verbs, direct actors speilberg,
Run ill hearse (son whose the arsonists) hit me off yo
I slice and melt icebergs in the north pole
You soft so, awful, i rock the grand flow
You need magic like Orlando, or be rambo, multiplied by commando
Tell whole crew, i told you i wreck those too
you vocal, i'm express you local, call and sick, you saw my click
Your are steal it and straws and sticks