Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr
Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb y'knowhutI'msayin? Mr.
Mr Smith, word up kid, Mr Smith, check it out

I'm goin' to the top smoke in my trail
Bitch ass put that ass on sale
And if I'm twice as expensive as the rest
When I go for you ain't checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is splittin' brain
ya majesty bringin' you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher block slice her a ox
When time to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I through all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come old but they always wanna
I'm cuttin' through the belly witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a aisle of flip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas once
I drain with ink and put your in my pen
I'm breakin til somethin' gives
A nigga got to live and Mr is power god, kid

Mr Smith you got the sewed up
Work ya thang baby, 'em how to blow up

Mr Smith you got the shit up
Work ya thang baby, 'em how to blow up

Mr Smith you got the sewed up
Work ya thang baby, 'em how to blow up

What? You do what? You lack the vitality
Originality, so face
I'm on ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get with
Matter of fact, mornin and suck a dick
Nah up, the fuck is goin' on?
All these cartoon character MC's airborne
takin' off a hot air balloon
up up up, oh no kaboom
Bring your heroes down to zero
Shotty grippin ya grill like and DeNiro
I'm on shit, throats is gettin' shit
New Jacks and kick 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas need to go and stick it
Cos when it comes to this rap I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin' flavor to the whole
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin'

Mr Smith you got the shit up
Work ya baby, show 'em how to blow up

Mr Smith (I was a since birth)
talkin' Mr Smith (I invented the taadow!) Uh
talkin' bout Mr
talkin' Mr Smith
talkin'

Time's up, your rhyme's up, mix the up
I'm about to blow the spot up with that divine
I got the magnetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya better a medic cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy the champion Mr Smith
Your niggas couldn't raise up a forklift
Cocked the hammer, out the grammar
It's hard Bacardi and hot like a house party
All your so-called flavor niggas is
Your step is where ya headed so don't forget it
rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to scrape
When you scream you sound muddy like a bled
I get'cha open like f-lay, you when I spray
Lethal around your way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr Smith
ya ass out the frame with my verbal gift

Mr Smith you got the shit up
Work ya baby, show 'em how to blow up