Luyện nghe bài hát Pyromaniax

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

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
Pyromaniax burning, hot

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

You's a fisher price king only to battle
????
Who are you to hassle, the of master tackle
Buck nine plus tax to the max, corrision shample
Atista Gamble, don't tangle with to handle
Beats lyrical warfare up the river paddle your
Gotta a neon shadow, but confusing like 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 are foiled, like there wrapped in tin paper
Burned skin scrapper, the top kid i'll take ya
I'm type nice, so think twice, before you hold the
Lyrics shot are precise, had you blind like three
Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the stick
That kids cut short, I'm the one with the cord and the track one
i smack one at a time like kids acting up
Wild the fight in a club, heads is backing up
In the meantime, disinfect your filth club, filled with rhyme
Gleam like sheam shine, take you ass home to dream mine
Be out of town from sundown, this block ain't big for the both of us
No chance of redemption broken trust
Who tops the bottle cap and seal the three liter 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, to me as copy
Malaki, of your style, i make a mockery of, 'cause you
You specialize in copies like kinkos
ass think yo, you beat me (hahahahaha) i don't think so
Not even mulitiplied by cinco, you 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 i roll with spock, lyrically kill herbs,
When i verbs, direct actors like speilberg,
Run with ill (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 crew, i told you i wreck those too
Make you vocal, i'm express you local, call and sick, you saw my
Your chances are steal it and straws and