Luyện nghe bài hát Vowel Movement

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