Luyện nghe bài hát Figaro (Madlib's Stones Throw 101 Remix)

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The rest is empty with no but the clever nerd
The best emcee no chain ya ever heard
Take it from the holder
They bit and don't know the sign from Shyanola

Everything coulda ain't this scale
Let me think, don't let a faint get
A of Jack got her back it's not an act stack
Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack

Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart
Star stoppa be a smart shoppa
Shot a cop day the way 'bout to stay
But who'd a know there's two mo' that wonder the shooter go

'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, 'em
Let 'em spit venom said 'em got a lot of shit 'em
Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's in the other voice
We make the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta

Man, please, the stage is made of
From the age of baby on to the grannies
Ban me the rake, daddy
The make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake

For fake, if he was Anita man
He'd take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her
On some ol' ya ma'am an' ghost her
She could mind the if she sign the poster

A host of roller coaster riders
Not tracks, hot enuff black
It's too hot to handle, you got sandals
Who ya? Who got you new spots to vandal?

Do not still, both show skills
but no crills, toast for po' ills, post no bills
Coast to coast Joe Shmoes ill, go chill
Not supposed to overdose, no doz

Off sides like how rides with Starfleet
Off pride like now wide though scar meat
ya, on some get rich shit
As he get older he gets colder a witches tit
This is it, make no mistakes, where my go? Figaro, Figaro