Luyện nghe bài hát Trés Fly

It's the "T dot dash S-K-I"
Came to rock the my flow's ill plus Trs Fly.
So may I? O.K. I will convey my skills then chill you I keep it real!

I'm the Tallisman that's who I am.
Short brother with the curls & the year tan make the sucka rappers scram when I rocks the jam.
the ladies crazy nuts like a box of pecans.
I'm a you hop cause I'm more hip than popotamus.
Lyrics flow from a lyrical well is bottomless unlike ya mom's & that spot ya papa hits.
I'm watching yas play ya selves like nintendo go anonymous.
I'm on top of rocking kids having fun.

A jam without T-Luv be bug like burgers with no buns or with no funds or beats with no drums.
Mic check 2's with no check 1's or ladders with on rungs or with no bums greasy spoons with no scums Blue
skies with no suns better yet Sanfords with no or guitars with no strums or jokes with no puns.
Or kids with no moms or math with no sums or bubbles with no gums Attillas no Huns
Guerillas with no guns yet cops with no guns or kisses with no tongues man it just would be no fun man
It just would be no fun man and that jam would be done in Bum bum ditty bum bum bum
T. Luv-Ski won't you kick a one time for me.

It's the "T dot dash S-K-I"
Came to rock the spot my flow's ill Trs Fly.
So may I? O.K. I convey my skills then chill you know I keep it real!

You see love.
It's T. Luv that you speak of that you dream of That you 'cause
I freak stuff my beat's rough my that my crew's steeze plush rush
You need I be love manifested physically plus exquisitely silky lyrical wizardry make you feel shivery
Mc'z left in misery defeated bitterly quite quickly trickily I my rhynes I rock my rhymes they right on time trickily.

But forget that enough of that I bless tracks caress tracks & improve tracks if ya crew's wack then back
Move back leave do that! believephat
We be rap True dat I mean hip-hop but you knew
it's not deadly but very nearly very dearly I hold this micra
Very clearly travel through ya cypha rhymes give life ta
Verbal arrangements with agility ain't no containment
Able to restrain me or my linguistical habitually
I grab a mic & pick a style now which it be?

The fat one or the PHAT one? I had a wack one
But that one bounced ya entire crew then it surpassed 'em
& attacked 'em then it 'em left you with back spasms
& nobody knew what happened except for me &
& we was simply laughing & & laughing & laughing.

It's the "T dot L-U-V S-K-I"
Came to rock the my flow's ill plus Trs Fly
So may I? O.K. I will convey my skills then chill you I keep it real!