Luyện nghe bài hát Sychosymatic

Cowabunga, I'm MC's straight under
You can't see me Stevie Wonder
full blown roulette style on the microphone
Throwin' your chromosomes like a

And commercial get the gun claps
A whack on the ground of the head with my ill raps
I'ma kill me a crazy tonight
out the light nocturnal to the night, word 'em up

Tech your sight and put you in
And all you wanna 'cause my game is mad tight, aight
Yo, E this might be my last son, hell no
'Cause niggas trying to us like crumbs nobodies

I'm a fuck around and murder
And get crazy buck with the shottie
You couldn't see me if you weighed 500 karats
I'm sychosymatic

Ooh, I might my cool
Ooh, I might lose my
Ooh, I might my cool
Ooh, I might my cool

I'm the dirtiest, stinkiest part of Long Island
But in every corner of the world, my be whiling
And I'm dead even though I may be smiling
I'm the shadier cantagonizing in back of the hoodie

Coming to get you for goodies
So if 2-2-4-5 technozzels, think y'all can creep
But Murray ain't losing no sleep
I'll man handle and dismantle your mandle down to your
On wax with a axe

But on the real for the real, the real I on Capital Hill
And ill of skill
Breakin' shit up degrees like a Count Crackula
In fact the factor is compound
For action there's a reaction

Ooh, I might my cool
Ooh, I lose my cool
Ooh, I lose my cool
Ooh, I lose my cool

We are the world, I'm shakin' and and takin'
Niggas down to and twirls
I'm runnin' off the ball like Earl and Pearl
This is a basic general situation
Can't nobody see me in creation

I it up from inspiring expectation
And funk illustrations, you can justifications
Perhaps you would like me to make the biscuit
And make your lungs

You represent, he represent, I
The sick bizarre twist is that I torment in my
brain twitchin' myopic topics
Niggas be like, "Stop it, you got the illiotics",