Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Massacre

How could I my composure
When all sorts of fought for exposure?
Release, then veins in the brains
When I let off, make a wish and blow the smoke off my
Unloadin, and the rhymes are explodin
And the mic that I'm golden
Cordless cause the caught fire like a fuse
Gunpowder and the slightest is a friction
The outcome is so listen
the brief description
A boom then flame smoke, ashes a dust to dust
Contact is compact I bust
are now in a massacre
A a, master at fashion a beat to death
To a pulp, it can't pump
Speakers aint sayin
Now the can thump
As I'm lookin' I stand like buildings in Brooklyn
Then the is took then
struck that could product a whole court
Keep in with the mic when you're holdin y'all
Sumpin and and slobbin and droolin
pumpin, who do you think ya foolin?
Tommy Tucker, the neighborhood
What you oughtta do, is pick up a
From what I invent, so not to bite, but you can't prevent so
You to kidnap
I the kid rap
he get off he know he shouldn't a did that
Minor, old timer, weak rhymer, stay in
You be inclined to go so yo
later, you're gonna be
But for now, you're one of me
Now the immature imitations from originations
Made by tracin and a little
So perform, If ya still aint warm after
A roast by the host with the most it's a massacre

Never tired, even try it, keep quiet
Like a storm, you could rain, but a
Remains, the gangs power just the towerin inferno
The gonna burn so
Distance I kept, ou better your step
Volunteers go here and get
Ya out of the
the temperature change
Anywhere within the of celcius
on the mic, mic melts see it
Burns soon as it's see it's torchin, scorchin
pipin hot, steamin who's schemin now ya not
James Brown a been dusted
Disgusted, now he can't be
Embalmed fluid
can cause an explosion, in fact impact's closin in
Time was up, so I don't need a bomb
Beat me a heat-stroke when I rhyme calm
Pull out the tool, sometimes I break fool
But I was cool, like one in the
Lets a game of rhymin roulette
And put me up to your brain and name a about ya clout
One mistake, ya out
If this it can't be the same show
Maybe you'll find somewhere over the rainbow
Courage, heart, brain, you rhyme
Turn on your mic, your fingers three times
We gone, or the story won't end the
And you'll feel the
The was weak, make another antidote
Whats the science? why can't ya
for musical intelligence
Rhymes are irrelevant, no
And settles it
Go a match, send me after a blast
From the master has to make musical massacre