Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

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

I'm to the top leavin' smoke in my trail
Bitch ass gangstas put that ass on
And even if I'm twice as expensive as the
When I go for you ain't checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is splittin' cavity's
It's ya majesty bringin' you a
Yeah, on the butcher block slice her a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam like a
I through all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come old but they wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the belly icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong of flip trips
It's the rebirth of niggas once again
I drain with ink and put blood in my pen
I'm ribs til somethin' gives
A nigga got to and Mr Smith is power god, kid

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

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

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

What? You wanna do what? You lack the
Originality, so reality
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya can't get with
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and a dick
Nah hold up, the is goin' on?
All these cartoon character gettin' airborne
off like a hot air balloon
goin' up up up, oh no
your heroes down to ground zero
Shotty grippin ya grill Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some shit, is gettin' shit
New Jacks and kick 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas need to go and stick it
Cos it comes to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The sire bringin' flavor to the whole 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 Smith (I the taadow!) Uh
bout Mr Smith
talkin' bout Mr
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up, your rhyme's up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the spot up with that touch
I got the energetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya call a medic cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy the champion Mr Smith
niggas couldn't raise up with a forklift
Cocked the hammer, peep out the
It's hard like Bacardi and hot like a house
All your flavor niggas is deaded
Your next is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your scarred to scrape
When you scream you sound muddy like a bled
I get'cha open 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 shit up
ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up