Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

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

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

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

You wanna do what? You lack the vitality
Originality, so face
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get
Matter of fact, yawn and suck a dick
Nah up, the fuck is goin' on?
All these cartoon character gettin' airborne
off like a hot air balloon
goin' up up up, oh no
Bring your heroes down to ground
Shotty ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some shit, throats is gettin'
New Jacks and kick 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas they to go and stick it
Cos it comes to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand sire bringin' flavor to the whole
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 mack birth)
talkin' Mr Smith (I invented the taadow!) Uh
talkin' Mr Smith
talkin' bout Mr
bout

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

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