Luyện nghe bài hát Pyromaniax

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

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

a fisher price king only eligible to battle
Saddle
Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of master
Buck forty nine tax to the max, corrision shample
Gamble, don't tangle with hard to handle
Beats lyrical warfare up the paddle your tackle
a neon shadow, but still confusing like a pharoah
????split through travels i

Now has led you would it, my microphone grab habit
Excels the plab attics, have 'em like (dag nam it)
pissed 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, before you hold the
Lyrics shot are precise, had you blind like mice
Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the stick
That kids cut short, I'm the one the long cord and the track one
i smack one rhyme at a time like acting up
Wild the fight in a club, heads is backing up
In the meantime, disinfect filth club, filled with clean rhyme
Gleam sheam shine, take you ass home to better dream mine
Be out of from sundown, this block ain't big enough for the both of us
No chance of redemption like broken
Who tops the bottle cap and seal the whole three bottle
Rap and let it go
Off duty in brooklyn better go strap...

Don't knock me you can't 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 in copies like kinkos
Don't ass yo, you beat me (hahahahaha) i don't think so
Not even mulitiplied by cinco, you bro
Now your career going down the sink yo
My hits you dicks nots so run and get cops
I rip shops and flip hot fat hitchcock
Outta space i roll with spock, lyrically herbs,
When i spill verbs, direct actors speilberg,
Run with ill hearse (son the arsonists) hit me off yo
I slice nerds and melt icebergs in the pole
You soft so, really awful, i rock the flow
You need magic Orlando, or must be rambo, multiplied by commando
Tell your whole crew, i 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