Luyện nghe bài hát The MC

Bitches on my line, a probate
H2O flow and i hold gate,
this is no trial, this a closed
why my mans flippin birds like a road rager,
im no angel, my like a sega
Streets of 2, i make them hoes skate, dont let the flow escape,
just let me flow above, im loud out the clouds "TURNT UPPPP"
And worth bucks, fuck ifs or maybes
Yeah surfs up harlem hoes say i'm "waaaavy", LA say i'm "holetiyyght"
I leave a hater like he lost a watermellon (LAUGHS)
Call it what you want i'm what you like, i'm ballin all my life i'm Sydney Dean ya'll Snipes,
Never really been into the ice, my lady never really be into the life,
I like a deep thinker, i like a wine drinker, i like a dutty wine with some vagina piercing,
i like a good listener, i like a sense of humor, i like a hoe that likes a hoe for my amusement,(laughs)
Ok, i like to think im likable, i like to i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts,
Dont know why they fighin' fo, dont know why they arguin' , dont know why you even ask, aint nobody hot as
They be on that here, put a couple in the air, then they get that choppin like they dont know where a traget is,
And im shoppin like i dont know where a Target is, swear a draws be on some stupid Neiman Markus shit
(Stupip Markus shit)
Bring the hook, i think i need to again.

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah a should stop, everyday is 420 every moments Woodstock, everything is but them haters wish i would stop penetrationg the culture but i do it til' this Wood Stop, Uhh!
Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide by Lyricis,
Got it lock like Styles Sheek and them the irony in that is i aint all about the benjamins,
Im all about my woman friend, benefits to get it in BBM me some pictures in they intiments,
womanizing to say the least and everything after nautalis a beat,
Daytona 5 Grey S5 the baddest out of 3 dimes Lisa "Left" Eye,
my Chilly TBoz, watch with 30 rocks in it No Peacock, A little NBC talk,
I smoke and let the tree talk, I'm at the green Rock-steady/Bee-Bop(ninja turtles villians)
No Longer do i freestyle, Money for the strippers, comin after me huh they probably off the dippers,
they must come a bible, swine flu, and a pistol
My side is all ryders side dont buy tickets

I love fly swattin bitches, my fly down when im wit em'