Luyện nghe bài hát Mad Scientist

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Darkside is were I'm commin' all alone,
niggaz is fakin' on the microphone,
'cause bin around and I'm a be around again,
Who is it? the black nigga they call ren,
Won't be brackin' on a nine m,
My still talk kids turn tricks and you n' stones,
So say up to my niggaz on the sidewalk,
But all my black the jack so I can stock,
'cause carry a big stick for niggaz that shot
Beabe gall talkin' 'bout the trigga, just to get
Payed and make it all routin, if I crack pop they
Form tha scene'. there's to many out that ain't
Sayin' nuthin', and fake az radio stations playin'
Nuthin', shit gotta get back, time to mc, to many
New niggaz sure like l.b.
I be l and only care from the crean.
Aposse like a bitch get put it in the magazine,
Get away - french, you ain't right all, you the
Source. niggaz wanted to get me, but your shit was
Horse. ploakin' in my the warz for competition.
If a crit nigga around they get a listen.
Try to peep in my book, but lost a leg. got
Paralised neck up what you read, a mad scientist...

Menacy control we always diss who they doubt
A mad scientist...
Menacy control we always diss guarente who they

Weak az niggaz keep i.n.s, but who can and fade
The mad scientist. bin away from the public, cause
I am a enemy. with the black peane like houdini.
God of the univers I control soul, shaking niggaz up
From the of the north pole. in my double s four
Fifty with my size ten still towe showe to the floor.
It's simple, wanna make it complicated, 'cause ya
Simple minded niggaz might get frustrated, with ya
Bang boogie, ren heard enough, 'cause niggaz don't come
the funky stuff, that I used to hear in 83 and 84,
When had to be hardcore, ciminal minded,
You've bin blinded, I'm lookin' for shit like that
But can't it, 6'n the mornin', police at my door,
Niggaz make that kinda shit no more, sippin' az
Niggaz make way, ren don't play that shit, I'm screamin'
Mayday, a mad scientist...

Sneaky, sneaky is how I up on ya, I clear my throat
And then I drop bombz on ya, now be did ya think
The villain releit knew niggaz out get out the work,
That I put in, figure the pin and I write to the feels
Of the
Shit down and you were swear these apetaitis. I be creating
Wut ya body longs for and az niggaz this is who the song's for,
A mad scientist, but I won't make a frankers dine, I just
A rhyme, now I blow ya fuckin' mind. you can't follow I did'nt
Leave a sitch, you can't fool the 5 procent that means repesentin'
I'm wokin' up and livin' civilized, the messager elaise yo,
opened up my eyez. and the b boyz stand on my throne in black
Niggaz scared as because the villain is back from the sinner
Of the earth I'd makin' way a goffer, nigga by my self, i'm
over, on a mad scientist...