Luyện nghe bài hát Pyromaniax

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

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
burning, blazing hot

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

You's a price king only eligible to battle
Saddle
Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of tackle
Buck forty nine plus tax to the max, shample
Atista Gamble, tangle with hard to handle
Beats lyrical up the river paddle your tackle
Gotta a neon shadow, but still confusing like a
through travels i unravel

Now has led you would have it, my microphone grab
Excels the plab attics, have 'em like (dag nam it)
They off, like missing the toilet
They plans are foiled, like there wrapped in tin
like skin scrapper, the top kid i'll take ya
I'm type nice, so think twice, before you the device
Lyrics shot are precise, had you like three mice
Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the stick
That 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 fight in a club, heads is up
In the meantime, disinfect your filth club, with clean rhyme
like 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 broken trust
Who tops the bottle cap and seal the whole three liter
Rap and let it go
Off duty officers in better go strap...

Don't knock me you can't rock me
i'm cocky, you sloppy, refer to me as copy
Malaki, of style, i make a mockery of, 'cause you choppy
You should in copies like kinkos
Don't ass think yo, you beat me (hahahahaha) i don't so
Not even mulitiplied by cinco, you bro
Now catch your career down the sink yo
My rock you dicks nots so run and get cops
I rip shops and flip hot fat like
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, awful, i rock the grand flow
You need magic like Orlando, or be rambo, multiplied by commando
Tell your whole crew, i told you i wreck too
Make you vocal, i'm you local, call and sick, you saw my click
Your chances are steal it and and sticks