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 challenge a guy like me, if you not (come on)
Dirtier than prostitutes sweating in hot
Load the spot better, than you ever in your life
Wanna kill and get trife, go ahead i'm just gone chill with your
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
Mics burn when i flame, remain with my name
Deliver high like migraine headaches and all
You got the nerve to stand before me, you were bald
Must be pathetic to brawl, with a M.C. lord, holding a
I'ma a human and my lyrics the vocal cord

You's a fisher price king only to battle
????
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
????split travels i unravel

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

knock me 'cause you can't rock me
Lyrically i'm cocky, you sloppy, refer to me as
Malaki, of your style, i a mockery of, 'cause you choppy
You specialize in copies like kinkos
Don't ass yo, you beat me (hahahahaha) i don't think so
Not mulitiplied by cinco, you blink bro
Now catch your career going down the yo
My hits you dicks nots so run and get cops
I rip shops and flip hot fat like
Outta space i with spock, lyrically kill herbs,
i spill verbs, direct 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, really awful, i rock the grand
You need like Orlando, or must be rambo, multiplied by commando
Tell your whole crew, i told you i those too
Make you vocal, i'm express you local, call and sick, you saw my
Your chances are it and straws and sticks