Luyện nghe bài hát A Little Something

I will my dynamics, get out the way dammit
I plan it just to leave MC's
Brandin' X's when I this, I wreck shit
And leave rappers searching for the
Let's get physical, I got precision
Until I fill ya spot you rot

Shrivel, crazy paranoia 'cause I'll you
Cut you, me and my microphone out
And touch you, you into particles
I'm sparkin', still I get smarter and I make my styles hits
I mack styles, stack piles, smiles
You're while I continue to get in you

The purpose to my service is to make MCs nervous
No one will this, superb is my skill
Niggas, get chills as I 'em
I kills them vocals, I slam and folks will
Out jammies because I slam ease
And you deny that because you abandoned me

I came to collect my
This collection perfection
And it was taught to the
Now ass is out 'cause Cas is out
shit clash, I doubt that you will make it
But you can fake it like other pooh butts

I know who or what signed 'em
must be in it for the loot
Fuck, I don't need this wack
My track's hit, the beat and that's it
I hate a MC when he speaks it tempts me
To crack his skull and leave his domepiece