Luyện nghe bài hát The Genius is Slammin'

What I'm about to on is so dope
The average hip hop fiend couldn't
Or my style because it's hard to define
So the fiend scratch and and nod to the rhyme
That I lay down in a narrow path
beats are just flowin' off a modern phonograph
Bass loud, high hats and clear
That'll let a weak mc interfere
Or bring about some technical
So I got prepared and I wrote
Rhymes that just broke loose from the
Searching for dope on the same plane
For you to write new rhymes it is a
But I come off with rhymes old as
Even as a of dust it existed
Ya got
Forget it, ya it

I'm
The is slammin'

You me on the mic, no way
That's me being played in on the 1st day
Now a fool? what do you strive for?
Prime time juice on the box and fans
Forget it, cause you're not hype as they you
With a maximum of 200 your iq
Is 10, thin, you'll never win
So that, I'm not gonna lose friend
I know you're gassed, ya charged, and kinda up
But I define challenge, a total fuck up
And it's critical, a crying
How many challenge me, and die in vain
But you should've with ya whole rap
Community, now where's unity
Cause what I see now is you and i
And you're too weak to stop me from my
Damage, you know, of body and fender
Nah!, not the same way I did
But you had the audacity to to me
Thinking you was butch and you could do me
How can you do me when you know me
And out of the hip hop styles ya couldn't me
One style that may have me
But that's something you'll see

M.c. means mic constructor I
That have suckers running what track and field
When I conduct please interrupt
With ya if's or and's or but's keep ya mouth
The hip hop that I own is highly known
To mc's like a dog bury bones
And in this field, yo, I'm
And in my back yard a cemetary
Of meek who try to speak
And off preak technique that's soft and very
Yet they still have the heart to ask me to
And mr. t, I pity the fool
The shining microphone is the device
makes me stand out like men amongst mice
So to the stimuli then fly
Straight to the sky on a natural
Cause I'm the transmitter buck and bitter
Thinking about tryingme then
Cause if it sounds tempting boy, I'll double you
And speaking of your low life, I won't you
Cause you're not worthy of the
Anyway the genius is just thirsty
So take a lickin' as the thickens
ya head is took, ya be pumping like a chicken
How can you say my style was played
When my rhymes be chopping shit a switchblade