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, up kid, yeah Mr Smith, check it out

I'm goin' to the top smoke in my trail
Bitch ass put that ass on sale
And even if I'm as expensive as the rest
When I go for you ain't checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is splittin' brain
It's ya majesty bringin' you a
Yeah, on the butcher block slice her a ox
it's time to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I through all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come old but always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes the belly witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of trips
It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas once
I drain ink and put your 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 you got the shit sewed up
Work ya baby, show 'em how to blow up

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

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

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

Mr (I was a mack since birth)
talkin' Mr Smith (I invented the taadow!) Uh
talkin' bout Mr
talkin' bout Mr
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 energetic lyrical
Ya better call a medic cos ya pathetic
Guan boy it's the champion Mr
niggas couldn't raise up with a forklift
Cocked the hammer, out the grammar
It's hard Bacardi and hot like a house party
All so-called flavor niggas is deaded
Your next step is where ya headed so don't it
Your rhymes is beat, your scarred to scrape
When you scream you sound muddy like a bled
I get'cha open like f-lay, 'tack you when I
Lethal compositions around way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the frame with my gift

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