Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr
Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb Mr. Smith
Mr Smith, word up kid, yeah Mr Smith, it out

I'm goin' to the top leavin' smoke in my
Bitch ass gangstas put ass on sale
And even if I'm twice as expensive as the
When I go for dolo you ain't checkin' for nothin'
My strategy is brain cavity's
It's ya majesty bringin' you a
Yeah, on the butcher slice her like a ox
When it's to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I bust through all types of red tape and sue
Niggas come old but always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of flip
It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas again
I drain ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm ribs til somethin' gives
A got to live and Mr Smith is power god, kid

Mr Smith you got the sewed up
ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up

Mr Smith you got the sewed up
Work ya baby, show 'em how to blow up

Mr Smith you got the sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to up

You wanna do what? You lack the vitality
Originality, so reality
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas get with
of fact, mornin yawn and suck a dick
Nah hold up, the fuck is on?
All these cartoon MC's gettin' airborne
takin' off like a hot air
goin' up up up, oh no
Bring your down to ground zero
Shotty grippin ya grill Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some shit, is gettin' shit
Scoopedin New Jacks and kick 'em in the bit
Tell them ole Jap they need to go and stick it
Cos it comes to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin' flavor to the game
Mr is my motherfuckin' name

Mr Smith you got the shit up
Work ya thang baby, 'em how to blow up

Mr Smith (I was a mack birth)
talkin' bout Mr Smith (I the taadow!) Uh
talkin' Mr Smith
talkin' bout Mr
talkin'

Time's up, your rhyme's up, mix the up
I'm about to blow the spot up with divine touch
I got the magnetic energetic lyrical
Ya better a medic cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy it's the champion Mr
niggas couldn't raise up with a forklift
Cocked the hammer, peep out the
hard like Bacardi and hot like a house party
All your so-called niggas is deaded
next step is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your scarred to scrape
When you you sound muddy like a bled teeth
I get'cha like f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
Lethal around your way
I'm the murderous Mr James Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the frame my verbal gift

Mr Smith you got the shit up
ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up