Luyện nghe bài hát Trés Fly

It's the "T dot dash S-K-I"
Came to rock the spot my flow's ill Trs Fly.
So may I? O.K. I will convey my skills then you know I keep it real!

I'm the Tallisman that's who I am.
Short brother with the curls & the year tan make the sucka rappers scram when I rocks the jam.
Drive the crazy nuts like a box of pecans.
I'm a make you hop I'm more hip than popotamus.
Lyrics flow from a lyrical well that is bottomless unlike ya & that spot ya papa hits.
I'm watching yas play ya selves nintendo then go anonymous.
I'm on top of this rocking kids fun.

A jam without T-Luv be bug like burgers with no buns or weekends with no funds or beats no drums.
Mic check 2's with no check 1's or ladders with on rungs or alleys with no bums greasy spoons with no Blue
skies with no suns better yet with no sons or guitars with no strums or jokes with no puns.
Or kids with no moms or math with no sums or bubbles with no gums Attillas no Huns
Guerillas no guns better yet cops with no guns or kisses with no tongues man it just would be no fun man
It just would be no fun man and jam would be done in Bum ditty bum ditty bum bum bum
T. won't you kick a rhyme one time for me.

It's the "T dot dash S-K-I"
Came to rock the my flow's ill plus Trs Fly.
So may I? O.K. I convey my skills then chill you know I keep it real!

You see love.
It's T. Luv that you speak of that you dream of That you seek
I freak stuff my beat's rough my that my crew's steeze plush rush
You love? I be love manifested physically plus exquisitely silky lyrical wizardry make you feel shivery
Mc'z left in misery defeated bitterly quite quickly trickily I rock my rhynes I my rhymes they right on time trickily.

But forget that enough of that I bless tracks caress tracks & improve tracks if ya crew's wack step back
back leave tracks do that! believephat
We be rap True dat I mean but you knew that
Already it's not deadly but very nearly dearly I hold this micra
Very clearly rhymes travel through ya cypha rhymes life ta
Verbal arrangements with ain't no containment facilities
Able to restrain me or my linguistical habitually
I grab a mic & pick a style now will it be?

The fat one or the PHAT once I had a wack one
But that one bounced through ya crew then it surpassed 'em
& attacked 'em it blast 'em left you with back spasms
& nobody what happened except for me & UNIT-e
& we was simply & laughing & laughing & laughing.

the "T dot L-U-V dash S-K-I"
Came to rock the spot my ill plus Trs Fly
So may I? O.K. I will convey my skills then chill you I keep it real!