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 smoke in my trail
ass gangstas put that ass on sale
And even if I'm twice as as the rest
When I go for dolo you ain't checkin' for nothin'
My is splittin' brain cavity's
It's ya bringin' you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher slice her like a ox
it's time to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I bust all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm snakes through the belly witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of trips
It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas again
I drain with ink and put blood in my pen
I'm ribs til somethin' gives
A got to live and Mr Smith is power god, kid

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

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

Mr Smith you got the shit up
Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to 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 yawn and suck a
Nah hold up, the fuck is on?
All these cartoon MC's gettin' airborne
takin' off like a hot air
up up up, oh no kaboom
Bring heroes down to ground zero
grippin ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on some shit, throats is gettin'
Scoopedin New Jacks and 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas they need to go and it
Cos when it comes to this rap I'm mad wicked
The grand sire flavor to the whole game
Mr Smith is my motherfuckin'

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

Mr Smith (I was a since birth)
talkin' bout Mr (I invented the taadow!) Uh
bout 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 energetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya call a medic cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy it's the 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 so-called flavor niggas is deaded
next step is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to
you scream you sound muddy like a bled teeth
I get'cha open like f-lay, you when 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 thang baby, show 'em how to up