Luyện nghe bài hát Trés Fly

It's the "T dot L-U-V 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!

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

A jam without T-Luv be bug like 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 better yet Sanfords 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 with no guns better yet cops with no guns or kisses with no tongues man it just 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. 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 will convey my skills chill you know I keep it real!

You see love.
T. Luv that you speak of that you dream of That 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 wizardry make you feel shivery
Mc'z left in misery defeated bitterly 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 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 I hold this micra
clearly rhymes travel through ya cypha rhymes give life ta
Verbal arrangements with agility ain't no facilities
Able to me or my linguistical abilities habitually
I grab a mic & pick a style now will it be?

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

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