Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr
Uh Mr Smith, the bomb y'knowhutI'msayin? Mr. Smith
Mr Smith, up kid, yeah Mr Smith, check it out

I'm goin' to the top leavin' smoke in my
Bitch ass gangstas put that ass on
And even if I'm twice as as the rest
When I go for you ain't checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is brain cavity's
It's ya majesty you a tragedy
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 and sue papes
Niggas come old but always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a aisle of flip trips
the rebirth of murkin' niggas once again
I drain with ink and put blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til somethin'
A nigga got to live and Mr Smith is god, kid

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

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

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

What? You do what? You lack the vitality
Originality, so face
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya can't get with
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and a dick
Nah hold up, the is goin' on?
All these cartoon MC's gettin' airborne
takin' off a hot air balloon
up up up, oh no kaboom
Bring your heroes down to ground
Shotty ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some shit, is gettin' shit
Scoopedin New Jacks and 'em in the fire bit
Tell ole Jap niggas 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 whole
Mr is my motherfuckin' name

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

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

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

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