Luyện nghe bài hát Vowel Movement

i talk around the brain matter of folds,
just a reminder of who came fatter with flows,
an rhymes to snatch the essaince skin without damagin' you pupils,
cause need all your vision to see this lyrisism,
rediculous precision i rid this division of emcees,
take head, fake snead, to they positions,
get lost i toss kids a snack when they is wack,
your is on my dick, i'm lettin' you hold my sack,
i'm suposin' the reason for ya treason,
ear's bleedin is what the atmosphere kid,
i season shit, oh jesus the slug influence,
your crew bitch ya ego is a nuisance,
i loosen up the on your goose neck,
now ya handle is stripped,
if you was you'd quit,
cause true heads get with ur shit,
my man you do not the boundaries,
your circumference got sketchy in the center you found me,
from around these parts of where these parts is,
I shit cause thats where my heart is,
i've dubbed the design never intended for the weak mind,
i transit pass that cheap responsible for ur confidence,
brainwash hence since you grabbed the mic all i can is rinse cycles,
clean your lint screen, keep low balance, keep 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 the mic if you don't know how to use it?
i'm not here just to talk kid i do shit,
always regular with vowel movement,
why do you the mic if you don't know how to use it?
tell me why do you want the mic if you know how to use it?
i'm not here to talk shit kid i do shit,
rhymesayers always regular vowel movement,
i circles around the brain matter of folds,
it's just a of who came fatter with flows,
an rhymes to snatch the soul skin w/o damagin' your ear drums,
so you can hear your fear atmosphere comes,
near done spawn the silverware an cups,
i'll the emcee out the oven lets sit down an tear shit up,
cause of 'em are like pastry's with creamy centers,
you get stuck my dentures when you feel me enter,
feel the point be in your destination equation,
base on the fact that we leave facial ebbrasion's
rhymesayers your station's
competitions shed life,
the competition may as well of grabbed a mic,
getcha head right before your head get's left for dam,
i get amped when kids rant,
with averageness they can't match the antics,
the atmos. never placid takes than practice,
so fuck with my acrobatics,
cronic wackness, the diaognosis i've obstolled,
this current phasurence was determinded in a spin,
take the spacey an flip it upside,
cause nuff died when applied fist to this mic,
is priceless think twice if you wanna piece of this,
get you check your fahrenheit i'm tearing mics,
get lost within thoughts of how we do sit,
rhymesayers always with vowel movement,
so why do you the mic if you don't know how to use it?
why do you want the mic if you know how to use it?
i'm not just to talk shit i do shit,
rhymesayers always regular vowel movement,
why do you the mic if you don't know how to use it?
me why do you want the mic if you don't know how to use it?
i'm not just to talk shit kid i do shit,
always regular with vowel movement,
rhymesayers always yes, yes, with vowel movement yes, yes,
yes, yes, always regular with vowel movement, bitch!