Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Touch Example

Since you're my friend, come closer for a special treat
(Uh)
I'm going to let you me in a special place
(But I don't want to you there)

It is never ok to touch else's private parts
Your mom and dad will you so

One: Bigg Jus

Yo' eyes get, blind like Tupac shot in the lobby
Most MC's is robbery of my freestyles as a hobby
I pick apart monkey brains and disease through hot zones
My cameos on promos seem strange someone's not home
Bigg Jus the outsider rain on dream field
With styles so freaking wet niggas maxi panty shields
Expose more moles out the that lead paint on your tenement
Got more Black Thought to my Roots than niggaz got in their pigment
It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck Luciano
Hardcore like Kool G Rap made for concert piano
So dust off the candelabra, hip hop's of the super Don Dada
with the license to give more ass than Father
You couldn't see me binoculars, way ahead of myself like telepathy
most crews disappear like blackheads on Oxy creme
Under the lights I fuck up mics with my uncanny ability to heat
brain facilities with the science of microchemistry
This history of my hip hop is too deep to be
recollect don't even half step or try to test it black
Bigg Jus, I drop so much my anus needs an ice pack
In fact I'm all that, El-P yo the horns back

(Yes)
Right through the center of your focus a long silver needle
(You are sir)
Piercing the outer of your eyesight

And once
In one verse we have
That we can rip all these signed big budget
(89.9)
Peace to and Bobbito
(Bob-bi-to!)

Two: El-P

Ye lyrics of fire
Surface bombs from X-wing fighters, to B-boy actors fracture
Negative thirty below wind factor
The counteraction is a helpless action of the hapless flinching
My supersonics leave you mute like Maggie
Taxidermist El-P I defy
Instigate and set in crates(?) your whole situation
Practice exposing perfection like Like exposes white trash
My shit is X-file number 2-6-7 whiplash
Triple felon minus the melanin
When I bomb it the type of shit to make Baby Jessica in the well again
Sunshines or rain acid, El-P the battle
Lactose breaking down your fractals till you're flaccid
I'm Las Vegas like a hundred flying Elvises
Raid, spot my prey, swoop down and cross pelvises
Rat nerve like grill smoke bitch
Catch my frozen suspended
You couldn't fuck with my idle fidget
My birthright I'm pulling swords from stones tone beam
Phonetically abort it try to distort it and catch a scream, fetus
The raw daddy tactics Krush Groove unstoppable
luck it's like sucking on lead pink popsicles
The enigma, no one can fuck with me yet but I'm not
(You battle?)
It's to look in the
(mirror)
Say Candyman times

(whispered 5x)

Just a

(Candyman)
To be the man you to beat the man
(It's so now)
Me and Jus
(The light)
Company Flow
(I can it)
Mr. Len,
89.9
Hit me with that shit time

Bigg Jus, TNS
The El-P
The DJ Mr. Len
Company Flow it to you live for '95