Luyện nghe bài hát Trés Fly

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

Well I'm the Tallisman who I am.
brother with the curls & the year round tan make the sucka rappers scram when I rocks the jam.
Drive the ladies crazy 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 nintendo then go anonymous.
I'm on top of this rocking having fun.

A jam T-Luv be bug like burgers with no buns or weekends with 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 strums or with no puns.
Or kids with no moms or math with no or bubbles with no gums Attillas with no Huns
Guerillas with no guns better yet cops with no guns or kisses no tongues man it just would be no fun man
It would be no fun man and that jam would be done in Bum ditty bum ditty bum bum bum
T. Luv-Ski won't you kick a one time for me.

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

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

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

The fat one or the PHAT once I had a wack one
But that one bounced through ya entire crew then it 'em
& attacked 'em then it blast 'em you with back spasms
& knew 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 the spot my flow's ill plus Trs Fly
So may I? O.K. I will convey my skills then you know I keep it real!