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, word up kid, Mr Smith, check it out

I'm goin' to the top smoke in my trail
Bitch ass gangstas put that ass on
And even if I'm twice as expensive as the
When I go for dolo you checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is brain cavity's
ya majesty bringin' you a tragedy
Yeah, on the block slice her like a ox
When time to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I through all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes the belly witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong of flip trips
It's the rebirth of niggas once again
I with ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til gives
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 you got the shit sewed up
Work ya baby, show 'em how to blow up

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

What? You wanna do what? You lack the
Originality, so reality
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya can't get with
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a
Nah hold up, the fuck is on?
All cartoon character MC's gettin' airborne
takin' off 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 kick 'em in the bit
Tell ole Jap niggas they need to go and stick it
Cos when it comes to this rap shit I'm mad
The sire bringin' flavor to the whole game
Mr is my motherfuckin' name

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

Mr Smith (I was a since birth)
bout 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 medic cos ya look
boy it's the champion Mr Smith
Your niggas raise up with a forklift
Cocked the hammer, peep out the
hard like Bacardi and hot like a house party
All your flavor niggas is deaded
Your next step is where ya so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, steelo's scarred to scrape
When you you sound muddy like a bled teeth
I get'cha open f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
Lethal around your way
I'm the maniacal Mr James Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the frame with my gift

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