Luyện nghe bài hát Check My Vernacular

[maestro wes]
My rhymes are stinging like a bee
My cometition are wishing killing me
For my and solioquies
garbage, but I'm the largest
With the hardest style to
your cartridge, on your tech-niques
Wes speaks, over the beats
until the next week
I'm outlandish, I the mic bringing anguish
I'm sturdy doing the dirty language
And, it's time for me to my velocity
No animosity, my philosophy's a
Hipocracy, no the cameleon
How old are you evein(? ), they like comedians
They me laugh because they styles are scrupulous
My is my temple, my brain is my nucleus
A great of allah's perfection
moving to the sounds of my fat selection
I'm simply spectacular, smooth like an
Yo, check my

You to devote more...
Time into rhyming if you're hoping for dope of folklore
Creating a style and grow it
Be prolific don't
Be scientific, if wack go visit
The of labour, the harder flavour
You can't savour, do rap a be a waver
In the front row, where the go
'cause the know you can't flow
Plus, too gun ho
My rhymes are bionic, far demonic
My phonics are supersonic, you're
I spray you like insecticide or
Let's decide the vibe for wes to ride
Cool, time for me to synchronize bass and (for my enterprise)
I'm simply spectacular, smooth like an
Yo, my vernacular

it down

I'm smoother than the philharmonics my killer phonics
And melodic, shit I'm fucking than a fill of chornic
On the I'm known, I use a sheet to bone
On the sneak, dominique
than hagan dasz, bitches stop and pause
Niggas stocking yards, me cars, I'm knocking jaws
Biter flee, me
Wrecking title gee, 'cause inside of me is hepatitis b
I'm a whirlwind, fireballs I'm and swirling
No discussion, I'm walls of berlin
many thesauruses, pleny clitoruses
Ready to score with this, huh, packing like terry norrises