Luyện nghe bài hát The Genius is Slammin'

What I'm to flow on is so dope
The average hip hop fiend couldn't
Or explain my style because it's hard to
So the scratch and think and nod to the rhyme
That I lay down in a narrow path
While beats are just flowin' off a phonograph
loud, high hats crisp and clear
That'll let a weak MC interfere
Or about some technical difficulties
So I got and I wrote these
Rhymes just broke loose from the brain
for dope beats on the same plane
For you to new rhymes it is a must
But I come off rhymes old as dust
as a speck 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 in April on the 1st day
Now who's a fool? What do you strive
time juice on the box and fans galore
Forget it, cause you're not hype as want you
With a of 200 your rhymin' IQ
Is 10, thin, you'll never win
So erase that, I'm not gonna friend
I know you're gassed, ya charged, and stuck up
But I define your challenge, a total up
And critical, a crying shame
How MC's challenge me, and die in vain
But you should've came 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, of body and fender
NAH!, not the way I did Brenda
But you had the audacity to to me
Thinking you was Butch and you could do me
How can you do me you don't 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. mic constructor I build
That have suckers running like what track and
I conduct please don't interrupt
With ya if's or and's or but's ya mouth shut
The hip hop style that I own is highly
To MC's like a dog bury bones
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 that's soft and very
Yet they still the heart to ask me to duel
And Mr. T, I pity the fool
The chrome microphone is the device
That makes me stand out men amongst mice
So to the stimuli then fly
Straight to the sky on a natural
Cause I'm the transmitter wild and bitter
Thinking about tryingme reconsider
if it sounds tempting boy, I'll Double Dare you
And of your low life, I won't spare you
Cause you're not worthy of the
Anyway The is just blood thirsty
So take a lickin' as the plot
While ya head is took, ya be pumping a chicken
How can you say my style was played
When my rhymes be chopping shit a switchblade