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 leavin' in my trail
Bitch ass put that ass on sale
And even if I'm as expensive as the rest
When I go for dolo you ain't checkin' for less
My strategy is splittin' brain
It's ya majesty you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher block slice her a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam a Glock
I through all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' through the belly witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a aisle of flip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas once
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
Work ya thang baby, 'em how to blow up

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

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

What? You wanna do You lack the vitality
Originality, so face
I'm on ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get with
Matter of fact, mornin and suck a dick
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
Bring your down to ground zero
Shotty grippin ya like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some shit, throats is shit
Scoopedin New Jacks and 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap they need to go and stick it
Cos when it comes to this rap shit I'm mad
The grand sire bringin' flavor to the game
Mr is my motherfuckin' name

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

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

Time's up, your rhyme's up, mix the up
I'm about to blow the up with that divine touch
I got the magnetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya better call a medic cos ya look
Guan boy the champion Mr Smith
Your niggas couldn't raise up a forklift
Cocked the hammer, peep out the
It's like Bacardi and hot like a house party
All your so-called flavor niggas is
Your next step is ya headed so don't forget it
rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to scrape
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 with my verbal gift

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