Luyện nghe bài hát Vowel Movement

i talk around the brain matter of folds,
it's just a reminder of who came fatter flows,
an rhymes to snatch the essaince outcha skin damagin' you pupils,
cause you'll need all vision to see this lyrisism,
with rediculous i rid this division of emcees,
head, fake snead, to relieve they positions,
get lost i toss kids a snack when they is wack,
crew is on my dick, i'm lettin' you hold my sack,
i'm thats the reason for ya treason,
ear's bleedin is what the atmosphere kid,
i season shit, oh it's the slug influence,
your crew bitch ya ego is a nuisance,
i loosen up the on your goose neck,
now ya handle is stripped,
if you was smart quit,
true heads get lothogic with ur shit,
my man you do not the boundaries,
your circumference got in the center when you found me,
from around these parts regardless of where these is,
I start shit cause thats my heart is,
i've been dubbed the design never for the weak mind,
i transit pass that line responsible for ur confidence,
brainwash hence since you the mic all i can hear is rinse cycles,
clean your lint screen, your low balance, keep your low balance,
got no talent therefore, you are no challenge,
so why do you wanna mic if you do not how to use it?
why do you want the mic if you know how to use it?
i'm not here just to talk kid i do shit,
always regular with vowel movement,
why do you want the mic if you don't how to use it?
tell me why do you want the mic if you don't how to use it?
i'm not here just to talk kid i do shit,
rhymesayers always regular with movement,
i talk circles around the matter of folds,
it's just a reminder of who fatter with flows,
an rhymes to snatch the soul skin w/o damagin' your ear drums,
so you can your fear when atmosphere comes,
near done grabbed the silverware an cups,
i'll grab the emcee out the oven lets sit down an tear up,
cause most of 'em are pastry's with creamy centers,
you get stuck between my when you feel me enter,
feel cemente the point be in your equation,
base intentsion's on the fact that we leave ebbrasion's
rhymesayers take station's
competitions tryna life,
the may as well of grabbed a dead mic,
getcha right before your head get's left for this dam,
cause i get amped kids rant,
with averageness they just match the antics,
the atmos. never takes more than practice,
so with my fontic acrobatics,
cronic wackness, that the i've obstolled,
current phasurence was determinded in a crazy spin,
take the spacey grin an it upside,
cause nuff died when sjug applied fist to mic,
device is priceless think twice if you piece of this,
get you ferverous check fahrenheit i'm tearing mics,
crews get lost within of how we do sit,
always regular with vowel movement,
so why do you the mic if you don't know how to use it?
why do you the mic if you don't know how to use it?
i'm not here just to shit i do shit,
rhymesayers always regular vowel movement,
why do you want the mic if you don't how to use it?
me why do you want the mic if you don't know how to use it?
i'm not here just to talk kid i do shit,
rhymesayers always regular with movement,
always regular yes, yes, with vowel movement yes, yes,
yes, yes, rhymesayers always with vowel movement, bitch!