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

Why would you wanna a guy like me, if you not clever (come on)
Dirtier than prostitutes sweating in hot
Load the spot better, than you will in your life
kill 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 next child that try to front then, I'ma pull your
That been, hidden for years, and when i came
Mics burn when i flame, forever with my name
high pain like migraine headaches and all
You got the nerve to stand before me, you were bald
Must be pathetic to brawl, with a M.C. lord, holding a
I'ma a microphone and my lyrics the vocal cord

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

Now has led you would have it, my grab habit
Excels over the plab attics, have 'em (dag nam it)
They pissed off, like missing the
They plans are foiled, there wrapped in tin paper
like skin scrapper, the top kid i'll take ya
I'm nice, so think twice, before you hold the device
Lyrics are precise, had you blind like three mice
Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the wrong
That cut short, I'm the one with the long cord and the track one
i smack one rhyme at a time like acting up
like the fight in a club, heads is backing up
In the meantime, your filth club, filled with clean rhyme
Gleam sheam shine, take you ass home to better dream mine
Be out of town from sundown, block ain't big enough for the both of us
No chance of redemption broken trust
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, refer to me as
Malaki, of your style, i a mockery of, 'cause you choppy
You should specialize in copies kinkos
Don't ass yo, you beat me (hahahahaha) i don't think so
Not mulitiplied by cinco, you blink bro
Now catch your career down the sink yo
My hits rock you dicks so run and get cops
I rip shops and hot fat like hitchcock
Outta space i roll spock, lyrically kill herbs,
When i spill verbs, actors like speilberg,
Run with ill hearse (son the arsonists) hit me off yo
I slice and melt icebergs in the north pole
You soft so, really awful, i rock the flow
You need magic like Orlando, or must be rambo, by commando
Tell your whole crew, i told you i those too
Make you vocal, i'm express you local, and sick, you saw my click
Your chances are it and straws and sticks