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

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The rest is empty with no brain but the clever
The best with no chain ya ever heard
Take it the Tec-9 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 shot of Jack got her it's not an act stack
Forgot about the cackalack, back, clack clack blocka

Villainy, feel him in ya heart chart toppa
Star shit stoppa be a shoppa
Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to
But a know there's two mo' that wonder where the shooter go

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

Man, please, the is made of panties
From the age of baby hooches on to the
Ban me the rake, daddy
The flow make her shake, patty cake, patty cake

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

A whole of roller coaster riders
Not enough tracks, hot enuff
too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
Who shot ya? Who got you new spots to

Do not stand still, show skills
Close but no crills, toast for po' ills, post no
Coast to coast Joe Shmoes flows ill, go
Not to overdose, no doz pills

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