Luyện nghe bài hát Sychosymatic

Cowabunga, I'm MC's straight under
You see me like Stevie Wonder
full blown roulette style on the microphone
Throwin' chromosomes like a cyclone

And raps get the gun claps
A on the ground of the head with my ill skill raps
I'ma kill me a motherfucker tonight
out the light nocturnal to the night, word 'em up

Tech your sight and put you in
And all you fight 'cause my game is mad tight, aight
Yo, E might be my last album son, hell no
'Cause trying to play us like crumbs nobodies

I'm a fuck and murder everybody
And get crazy wild with the shottie
You couldn't see me if you weighed 500 karats
'Cause I'm

Ooh, I lose my cool
Ooh, I lose my cool
Ooh, I might lose my
Ooh, I might my cool

I'm from the dirtiest, stinkiest part of Island
But in every of the world, my style be whiling
And I'm dead even though I may be smiling
I'm the shadier cantagonizing character in back of the

Coming to get you for your
So if your 2-2-4-5 technozzels, think can creep
But Keith Murray ain't no sleep
I'll man handle and dismantle your mandle to your thorax
On wax with a axe

But on the real for the real, the real I on Capital Hill
And ill of skill
shit up with degrees like a Count Crackula
In fact the is compound fractures
For action there's a reaction

Ooh, I might my cool
Ooh, I might my cool
Ooh, I might my cool
Ooh, I might lose my

We are the world, I'm shakin' and bakin' and
Niggas down to swirls and
I'm runnin' them off the ball like and Pearl
is a basic general classic situation
Can't nobody see me in God's

I steps it up from inspiring
And funk illustrations, you can justifications
Perhaps you would me to make the biscuit callap
And your lungs collapse

You represent, he represent, I
The bizarre twist is that I torment in my performance
Kickin' brain twitchin' topics
Niggas be like, "Stop it, you got the illiotics",