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 known to blow up the
burning, blazing hot

Why would you wanna challenge a guy me, if you not clever (come on)
than 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 with your
The only one that'll get you in a cyph and style
So the next child try to front then, I'ma pull your x-files
been, hidden for years, and released when i came
Mics burn when i flame, remain with my name
Deliver high pain like migraine and all
You got the to stand before me, pretend you were bald
Must be pathetic to brawl, with a M.C. lord, holding a
a human microphone and my lyrics the vocal 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, don't tangle with to handle
Beats warfare up the river paddle your tackle
Gotta a neon shadow, but still confusing like a
????split travels i unravel

Now has led you have it, my microphone grab habit
Excels over the plab attics, 'em like (dag nam it)
They pissed off, missing the toilet
They are foiled, like there wrapped in tin paper
Burned like skin scrapper, the top kid take ya
I'm type nice, so think twice, before you the device
shot are precise, had you blind like three mice
Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the stick
kids cut short, I'm the one with the long cord and the track one
i one rhyme at a time like kids acting up
like the fight in a club, heads is backing up
In the meantime, disinfect your filth club, filled clean rhyme
Gleam sheam shine, take you ass home to better dream mine
Be out of town 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 brooklyn go strap...

Don't knock me you can't rock me
Lyrically i'm cocky, you sloppy, to me as copy
Malaki, of style, i make a mockery of, 'cause you choppy
You should specialize in like kinkos
ass think yo, you beat me (hahahahaha) i don't think so
Not even mulitiplied by cinco, you bro
Now your 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 spill verbs, direct like speilberg,
Run with ill (son whose the arsonists) hit me off yo
I slice and melt icebergs in the north pole
You so, really awful, i rock the grand flow
You need magic Orlando, or must be rambo, multiplied by commando
Tell your crew, i told you i wreck those too
you vocal, i'm express you local, call and sick, you saw my click
Your chances are it and straws and sticks