Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

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

I'm goin' to the top leavin' in my trail
Bitch ass gangstas put ass on sale
And even if I'm twice as as the rest
I go for dolo you ain't checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is splittin' brain
It's ya bringin' you a tragedy
Yeah, on the block slice her like a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam a Glock
I bust all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come old but they always wanna
I'm cuttin' through the belly witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong of flip trips
It's the rebirth of niggas once again
I with ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin til somethin' gives
A nigga got to live and Mr is power god, kid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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