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 to blow up the spot
Pyromaniax burning, hot

Why would you wanna 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 your wife
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 i flame, forever remain with my name
high pain like migraine headaches and all
You got the nerve to stand before me, pretend you were
Must be 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 eligible to battle
Saddle
Who are you to hassle, the of master tackle
Buck forty plus tax to the max, corrision shample
Atista Gamble, tangle with hard to handle
Beats lyrical warfare up the river your tackle
a neon shadow, but still confusing like a pharoah
????split through i unravel

Now has led you would have it, my microphone grab
Excels over the plab attics, 'em like (dag nam it)
pissed off, like missing the toilet
They plans are foiled, like there wrapped in tin
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, of had me mistaken for the wrong stick
That kids cut short, I'm the one with the long cord and the one
i smack one at a time like kids acting up
Wild like the fight in a club, is backing up
In the meantime, disinfect your filth club, filled with clean
Gleam like sheam shine, take you ass home to dream mine
Be out of town from sundown, this block big enough for the both of us
No chance of redemption like broken
Who the bottle cap and seal 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, to me as copy
Malaki, of your style, i make a mockery of, you choppy
You should specialize in copies like
Don't ass think yo, you beat me (hahahahaha) i don't so
Not even by cinco, you blink bro
Now catch career going down the sink yo
My rock you dicks nots so run and get cops
I rip shops and flip hot fat hitchcock
Outta space i roll with spock, kill herbs,
i spill 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 rock the grand
You need magic like Orlando, or must be rambo, by commando
your whole crew, i told you i wreck those too
Make you vocal, i'm express you local, and sick, you saw my click
Your are steal it and straws and sticks