Luyện nghe bài hát The Genius is Slammin'

What I'm about to flow on is so
The average hip hop couldn't cope
Or my style because it's hard to define
So the fiend and think and nod to the rhyme
That I lay down in a straight narrow
beats are just flowin' off a modern phonograph
Bass loud, high hats and clear
That'll never let a weak mc
Or bring about technical difficulties
So I got prepared and I wrote
that just broke loose from the brain
Searching for dope beats on the same
For you to write new rhymes it is a
But I come off rhymes old as dust
as a speck of dust it existed
Ya got
it, ya missed it

I'm
The genius is

You me on the mic, no way
me being played in april on the 1st day
Now who's a fool? do you strive for?
Prime time juice on the box and galore
Forget it, cause you're not hype as they you
With a of 200 your rhymin' iq
Is 10, meaning thin, never win
So that, I'm not gonna lose friend
I you're gassed, ya charged, and kinda stuck up
But I your challenge, a total fuck up
And critical, a crying shame
How many challenge me, and die in vain
But you should've with ya whole rap
Community, now where's your
Cause I see right now is you and i
And you're too to stop me from doin' my
Damage, you know, type of and fender
Nah!, not the same way I did
But you had the to step 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 show me
One style that may damaged me
But that's something never see

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