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 twice as expensive as the
When I go for dolo you ain't for nothin' less
My strategy is splittin' cavity's
It's ya majesty you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher slice her like a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam a Glock
I through all types of red tape 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 of murkin' niggas once again
I drain with ink and put blood in my pen
I'm breakin ribs til gives
A got to live and Mr Smith is power god, kid

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

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

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

What? You wanna do what? You lack the
Originality, so reality
I'm on some ole shit, ya niggas can't get with
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a
Nah hold up, the is goin' on?
All these cartoon character gettin' airborne
off like a hot air balloon
goin' up up up, oh no
Bring heroes down to ground zero
Shotty ya grill like Pesci and DeNiro
I'm on shit, throats is gettin' shit
Scoopedin New and kick 'em in the fire bit
Tell them ole Jap niggas they to go and stick it
Cos when it to this rap shit I'm mad wicked
The grand sire flavor to the whole game
Mr is my motherfuckin' name

Mr Smith you got the sewed 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' bout Mr
talkin' Mr Smith
talkin'

Time's up, your up, mix the lines up
I'm about to blow the up with that divine touch
I got the magnetic energetic calasthetic
Ya better a medic cos ya look pathetic
Guan boy it's the Mr Smith
Your niggas couldn't raise up a forklift
Cocked the hammer, peep out the
It's hard like Bacardi and hot like a house
All your so-called niggas is deaded
Your step is where ya headed so don't forget it
Your rhymes is beat, your steelo's to scrape
When you scream you sound muddy like a teeth
I get'cha open like f-lay, you when I spray
Lethal compositions your way
I'm the murderous Mr James Smith
Rippin' ya ass out the with my verbal gift

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