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, we known to blow up the spot
Pyromaniax burning, hot

Why you wanna challenge a guy like me, if you not clever (come on)
Dirtier prostitutes sweating in hot weather
Load the spot better, than you ever will in life
Wanna kill and get trife, go ahead i'm just gone chill with your
The one that'll get you in a cyph and flex style
So the next child that try to front then, I'ma pull your
been, hidden for years, and released when i came
Mics burn when i flame, forever remain with my
Deliver high pain migraine headaches and all
You got the nerve to stand before me, pretend you bald
be pathetic to brawl, with a M.C. lord, holding a sword
I'ma a human microphone and my lyrics the cord

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

Now has led you would have it, my microphone grab
Excels over the plab attics, have 'em (dag nam it)
They off, like missing the toilet
plans are foiled, like there 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 three 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 like the in a club, heads is backing up
In the meantime, your filth club, filled with clean rhyme
Gleam like sheam shine, take you ass to better dream mine
Be out of town from sundown, this block big enough for the both of us
No chance of like broken trust
Who tops the cap and seal the whole three liter bottle
Rap and let it go
Off officers in brooklyn better go strap...

knock me 'cause you can't rock me
Lyrically i'm cocky, you sloppy, to me as copy
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 mulitiplied by cinco, you bro
Now catch your career going 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 verbs, direct actors like speilberg,
Run ill hearse (son whose the arsonists) hit me off yo
I slice nerds and melt icebergs in the north
You soft so, really awful, i the grand flow
You need magic Orlando, or must be rambo, multiplied by commando
Tell your whole crew, i told you i wreck too
Make you vocal, i'm express you local, and sick, you saw my click
Your chances are steal it and and sticks