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 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 will in life
Wanna kill and get trife, go ahead i'm gone chill with your wife
The only one that'll get you in a cyph and flex
So the next that try to front then, I'ma pull your x-files
That been, for years, and released when i came
Mics when i flame, forever remain with my name
Deliver high pain like migraine 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 and my lyrics the vocal cord

You's a fisher price only eligible to battle
Saddle
Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of master
Buck forty plus tax to the max, corrision shample
Atista Gamble, tangle with hard to handle
Beats lyrical warfare up the paddle your tackle
Gotta a neon shadow, but confusing like a pharoah
????split through travels i

Now has led you would have it, my microphone grab
Excels over the attics, have 'em like (dag nam it)
They pissed off, like missing the
They plans are foiled, like wrapped in tin paper
like skin 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 cut short, I'm the one with the long cord and the track one
i smack one rhyme at a time like acting up
Wild like the fight in a club, is backing up
In the meantime, disinfect your filth club, filled clean rhyme
Gleam like sheam shine, take you ass home to better 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 liter bottle
Rap and let it go
Off duty officers in better 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 like kinkos
Don't ass think yo, you beat me (hahahahaha) i think so
Not even mulitiplied by cinco, you 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 hitchcock
space i roll with spock, lyrically kill herbs,
When i spill verbs, actors like speilberg,
Run ill hearse (son whose the arsonists) hit me off yo
I slice and melt icebergs in the north pole
You so, really awful, i rock the grand flow
You need magic like Orlando, or must be rambo, multiplied by
Tell your whole crew, i told you i those too
Make you vocal, i'm express you local, and sick, you saw my click
Your chances are it and straws and sticks