Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr
Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb Mr. Smith
Mr Smith, up kid, yeah Mr Smith, check it out

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

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

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

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

What? You wanna do what? You the vitality
Originality, so face
I'm on ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get with
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a
Nah hold up, the is goin' on?
All these character MC's gettin' airborne
off like a hot air balloon
goin' up up up, oh no
your heroes down to ground zero
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 when it to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand bringin' flavor to the whole game
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin'

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

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

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

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