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!

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

A jam without T-Luv be bug like burgers with no buns or 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 better yet Sanfords with no sons or guitars with no strums or jokes with no puns.
Or kids no moms or math with no sums or bubbles with no gums Attillas with no Huns
Guerillas with no guns 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 that jam be done in Bum ditty bum ditty bum bum bum
T. Luv-Ski won't you a rhyme 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 convey my then chill you know I keep it real!

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

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

The fat one or the one? once I had a wack one
But one bounced through ya entire crew then it surpassed 'em
& attacked 'em then it blast 'em you with back spasms
& nobody knew 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 my flow's ill plus Trs Fly
So may I? O.K. I will convey my skills then chill you I keep it real!