Luyện nghe bài hát Trés Fly

the "T dot L-U-V 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!

Well I'm the Tallisman who I am.
Short brother with the curls & the year round tan make the sucka 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 from a lyrical well that is bottomless unlike ya mom's & that spot ya papa hits.
I'm watching yas play ya selves like nintendo go anonymous.
I'm on top of this rocking having fun.

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

the "T dot L-U-V 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 of that you dream of That you seek 'cause
I freak stuff my beat's rough my that my crew's plush Mc'z rush
You need I be love manifested physically plus exquisitely silky lyrical wizardry make you feel shivery
Mc'z left in misery defeated bitterly quite quickly I rock my rhynes I rock my rhymes they right on time trickily.

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

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

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