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, we known to blow up the spot
burning, blazing 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 in your 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 x-files
That been, for years, and released when i came
burn when i flame, forever remain with my name
Deliver high like migraine headaches and all
You got the nerve to before me, pretend you were bald
Must be pathetic to brawl, a M.C. lord, holding a sword
I'ma a human microphone and my the vocal cord

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

Now has led you would have it, my microphone grab
Excels the plab attics, have 'em like (dag nam it)
They pissed off, missing the toilet
They plans are foiled, like there wrapped in tin
Burned like skin scrapper, the top kid take ya
I'm nice, so think twice, before you hold the device
Lyrics shot are precise, had you like three mice
Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the wrong
kids cut short, I'm the one with the long cord and the track one
i smack one at a time like kids acting up
Wild like the in a club, heads is backing up
In the meantime, disinfect your filth club, filled with 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 trust
Who tops the bottle cap and seal the whole 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 your style, i make a mockery of, 'cause you
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 career going down the sink yo
My hits rock you dicks nots so run and get
I rip and flip hot fat like hitchcock
Outta i roll with spock, lyrically kill herbs,
When i spill verbs, actors like speilberg,
Run with ill (son whose the arsonists) hit me off yo
I slice nerds and melt icebergs in the pole
You soft so, really awful, i rock the grand
You need magic like Orlando, or be rambo, multiplied by commando
Tell your whole crew, i told you i those too
you vocal, i'm express you local, call and sick, you saw my click
Your chances are steal it and straws and