Luyện nghe bài hát Vowel Movement

i talk around the brain matter of folds,
it's a reminder of who came fatter with flows,
an rhymes to snatch the essaince skin without damagin' you pupils,
cause you'll all your vision to see this lyrisism,
with rediculous precision i rid division of emcees,
take head, fake snead, to relieve positions,
get lost i toss kids a snack they flow is wack,
your crew is on my dick, i'm you hold my sack,
i'm suposin' the reason for ya treason,
bleedin is what the atmosphere leavin' kid,
i season shit, oh jesus it's the influence,
your crew bitch ya ego is a nuisance,
i loosen up the screws on your neck,
now ya bars is stripped,
if you was you'd quit,
cause true get lothogic with ur shit,
my man you do not the boundaries,
your got sketchy in the center when you found me,
from these parts regardless of where these parts is,
I start shit thats where my heart is,
i've been dubbed the design never for the weak mind,
i transit pass that cheap line for ur confidence,
brainwash hence you grabbed the mic all i can hear is rinse cycles,
clean your lint screen, keep your low balance, your low balance,
got no talent therefore, you are no challenge,
so why do you mic if you do not know how to use it?
why do you want the mic if you know how to use it?
i'm not here just to talk kid i do shit,
rhymesayers always with vowel movement,
why do you want the mic if you know how to use it?
tell me why do you want the mic if you don't how to use it?
i'm not just to talk shit kid i do shit,
always regular with vowel movement,
i talk around the brain matter of folds,
it's just a reminder of who came fatter flows,
an rhymes to snatch the outcha skin w/o damagin' your ear drums,
so you can your fear when atmosphere comes,
near spawn grabbed the silverware an cups,
i'll grab the emcee out the lets sit down an tear shit up,
cause most of 'em are pastry's with creamy centers,
you get stuck between my when you feel me enter,
feel cemente the point be in your equation,
base intentsion's on the fact we leave facial ebbrasion's
rhymesayers your station's
competitions tryna life,
the may as well of grabbed a dead mic,
getcha head before your head get's left for this dam,
cause i get amped kids rant,
with averageness just can't match the antics,
the atmos. never placid takes more practice,
so fuck with my acrobatics,
cronic wackness, that the i've obstolled,
this current was determinded in a crazy spin,
the spacey grin an flip it upside,
cause nuff died when sjug fist to this mic,
is priceless think twice if you wanna piece of this,
get you ferverous your fahrenheit i'm tearing mics,
crews get lost thoughts of how we do sit,
always regular with vowel movement,
so why do you want the mic if you don't how to use it?
why do you want the mic if you don't how to use it?
i'm not here to talk shit i do shit,
rhymesayers always regular with movement,
why do you want the mic if you don't how to use it?
me why do you want the mic if you don't know how to use it?
i'm not here just to shit kid i do shit,
always regular with vowel movement,
rhymesayers always regular yes, yes, with movement yes, yes,
yes, yes, always regular with vowel movement, bitch!