Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Smith

Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr
Uh Mr Smith, the bomb y'knowhutI'msayin? Mr. Smith
Mr Smith, word up kid, yeah Mr Smith, it out

I'm goin' to the top smoke in my trail
ass gangstas put that ass on sale
And even if I'm as expensive as the rest
When I go for dolo you ain't checkin' for less
My strategy is splittin' brain
It's ya majesty bringin' you a
Yeah, on the butcher block slice her a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam a Glock
I bust through all types of red and sue papes
Niggas old but they always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the belly 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 til somethin' gives
A nigga got to and Mr Smith is power god, kid

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

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

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

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

Time's up, your up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the spot up with divine touch
I got the energetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya better call a medic cos ya look
Guan boy it's the champion Mr
Your niggas raise up with a forklift
Cocked the hammer, out the grammar
It's hard like Bacardi and hot like a house
All your so-called niggas is deaded
Your next step is where ya headed so forget it
rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to scrape
When you scream you sound muddy a bled teeth
I get'cha like f-lay, 'tack you when I spray
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 shit up
Work ya baby, show 'em how to blow up