Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

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

I'm goin' to the top leavin' smoke in my
Bitch ass put that ass on sale
And even if I'm twice as expensive as the
I go for dolo you ain't checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is brain cavity's
It's ya bringin' you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher block her like a ox
When it's to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I bust through all types of red tape and sue
Niggas come old but always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes the belly witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of flip
It's the of murkin' niggas once again
I drain with ink and put blood in my pen
I'm ribs til somethin' gives
A nigga got to live and Mr Smith is god, kid

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

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

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

What? You wanna do You lack the vitality
Originality, so reality
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and a dick
Nah hold up, the fuck is on?
All these cartoon MC's gettin' airborne
off like a hot air balloon
goin' up up up, oh no
Bring heroes down to ground zero
Shotty grippin ya grill like Pesci and
I'm on some shit, throats is gettin'
Scoopedin New Jacks and 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas they to go and stick it
Cos when it to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin' flavor to the game
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin'

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

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

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

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