Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

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

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

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

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

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

What? You wanna do what? You lack the
Originality, so face
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get
Matter of fact, yawn and suck 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
your heroes down to ground zero
Shotty grippin ya grill like Pesci and
I'm on some shit, is gettin' shit
New Jacks and kick 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas they need to go and it
Cos when it comes to this rap shit I'm mad
The grand sire bringin' to the whole game
Mr Smith is my name

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

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

Time's up, your up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the spot up with divine touch
I got the magnetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya call a medic cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy the champion Mr Smith
Your niggas couldn't raise up a forklift
Cocked the hammer, out the grammar
It's hard like and hot like a house party
All so-called flavor niggas is deaded
Your next step is where ya so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your steelo's to scrape
When you scream you sound like a bled teeth
I get'cha like f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
Lethal compositions around way
I'm the murderous Mr James Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the with my verbal gift

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