Luyện nghe bài hát The Genius is Slammin'

What I'm about to flow on is so
The average hip hop fiend couldn't
Or explain my because it's hard to define
So the fiend scratch and and nod to the rhyme
That I lay down in a straight narrow
While beats are just flowin' off a modern
Bass loud, high hats and clear
never let a weak MC interfere
Or bring about some technical
So I got prepared and I wrote
That just broke loose from the brain
Searching for dope beats on the plane
For you to write new rhymes it is a
But I off with rhymes old as dust
Even as a speck of it existed
Ya got
Forget it, ya it

I'm
The Genius is

You me on the mic, no way
That's me being in April on the 1st day
Now who's a fool? What do you strive
Prime time juice on the box and fans
Forget it, cause you're not hype as they you
With a maximum of 200 rhymin' IQ
Is 10, meaning thin, you'll win
So erase that, I'm not 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 MC's me, and die in vain
But you should've came with ya rap
Community, now your unity
Cause what I see now is you and I
And you're too weak to me from doin' my
Damage, you know, of body and fender
NAH!, not the same way I did
But you had the to step to me
Thinking you was Butch Cassidy and you do me
How can you do me you don't know me
And out of the hip hop ya couldn't show me
One style that may damaged me
But something you'll never see

M.C. mic constructor I build
That suckers running like what track and field
When I conduct please don't
With ya if's or and's or keep ya mouth shut
The hip hop style that I own is known
To bury MC's like a dog bury
And in field, yo, I'm extraordinary
And in my back yard there's a
Of meek 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 the fool
The chrome microphone is the device
That makes me out like men amongst mice
So to the stimuli then fly
Straight to the sky on a high
Cause I'm the transmitter buck and bitter
Thinking about then reconsider
Cause if it sounds boy, I'll Double Dare you
And speaking of your low life, I spare you
Cause you're not worthy of the
Anyway The Genius is blood thirsty
So a lickin' as the plot thickens
While ya head is took, ya be pumping a chicken
How can you ever say my style was
When my rhymes be chopping like a switchblade