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 to the top leavin' smoke in my trail
Bitch ass put that 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 strategy is splittin' brain
It's ya majesty you a tragedy
Yeah, on the block slice her like a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam a Glock
I bust through all types of red and sue papes
Niggas come old but they wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' through 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 breakin ribs til somethin'
A nigga got to live and Mr is power god, kid

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

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

Mr you got the shit sewed up
Work ya thang baby, 'em how to blow 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 and suck a dick
Nah hold up, the fuck is on?
All these cartoon character MC's airborne
takin' off like a hot air
up up up, oh no kaboom
Bring your heroes down to zero
Shotty grippin ya grill like and DeNiro
I'm on some shit, is gettin' shit
New Jacks and kick 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap they need to go and stick it
Cos when it comes to rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin' flavor to the whole
Mr is my motherfuckin' name

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

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

Time's up, your rhyme's up, mix the up
I'm about to the spot up with that divine touch
I got the magnetic energetic calasthetic
Ya better call a medic cos ya look
Guan boy it's the champion Mr
Your couldn't raise up with a forklift
Cocked the hammer, out the grammar
It's hard like Bacardi and hot a house party
All so-called flavor niggas is deaded
Your next is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to
When you scream you sound muddy like a bled
I get'cha open like f-lay, 'tack you I spray
Lethal around your way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the frame with my gift

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