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 then chill 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 when I rocks the jam.
Drive the ladies nuts like a box of pecans.
I'm a make you hop I'm more hip than popotamus.
Lyrics flow from a lyrical 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 without T-Luv be bug like burgers 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 or alleys with no bums greasy spoons with no scums Blue
with no suns 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
with no guns better yet cops with no guns or kisses with no tongues man it just 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.

It's the "T dot L-U-V 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 you know I keep it real!

You see love.
It's T. Luv 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 lyrical wizardry you feel shivery
Mc'z left in misery defeated bitterly quite quickly trickily I rock my I rock my rhymes they right on time trickily.

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

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

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