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' 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 brain cavity's
It's ya bringin' you a tragedy
Yeah, on the block slice her like a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam like a
I bust through all types of red and sue papes
Niggas come old but they always infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a aisle of flip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin' once again
I drain ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til somethin'
A nigga got to live and Mr Smith is god, kid

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

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

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

What? You do what? You lack the vitality
Originality, so reality
I'm on ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get with
Matter of fact, mornin and suck a dick
Nah hold up, the fuck is on?
All these cartoon character MC's gettin'
off like a hot air balloon
goin' up up up, oh no
Bring your heroes down to zero
Shotty grippin ya grill like Pesci and
I'm on some shit, is gettin' shit
New Jacks and kick 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas they need to go and it
Cos when it comes to this rap shit I'm mad
The grand sire bringin' flavor to the whole
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin'

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

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

Time's up, your rhyme's up, mix the up
I'm about to blow the spot up with that touch
I got the energetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya better a medic cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy it's the champion Mr
Your niggas couldn't up with a forklift
Cocked the hammer, peep out the
It's hard like and hot like a house party
All your flavor niggas is deaded
Your next 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 f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
compositions around your way
I'm the maniacal murderous Mr Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the frame with my verbal

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