Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

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

I'm to the top leavin' smoke in my trail
Bitch ass gangstas put that ass on
And even if I'm as expensive as the rest
When I go for dolo you checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is splittin' brain
It's ya majesty bringin' you a
Yeah, on the block slice her like a ox
When it's time to get down, I jam like a Glock
I bust through all types of red and sue papes
come old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of flip
It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas once
I with ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til gives
A nigga got to and Mr Smith is power god, kid

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

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

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

What? You do what? You lack the vitality
Originality, so reality
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas get with
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a
Nah hold up, the fuck is on?
All these cartoon character gettin' airborne
takin' off like a hot air
up up up, oh no kaboom
Bring heroes down to ground zero
Shotty grippin ya grill like Pesci and
I'm on some shit, throats is gettin'
Scoopedin New and kick 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas they need to go and it
Cos when it to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand bringin' flavor to the whole game
Mr Smith is my name

Mr you got the shit 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
talkin' bout Mr
bout

Time's up, your up, mix the lines up
I'm to blow the spot up with that divine touch
I got the magnetic energetic calasthetic
Ya better call a cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy the champion Mr Smith
Your niggas raise up with a forklift
the hammer, peep out the grammar
It's like Bacardi and hot like a house party
All your so-called 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 scream you sound muddy like a bled
I get'cha open like f-lay, 'tack you when I
Lethal compositions your way
I'm the maniacal Mr James Smith
ya ass out the frame with my verbal gift

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