Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Touch Example

Since you're my special friend, closer for a special treat
(Uh)
I'm going to let you touch me in a place
(But I want to touch you there)

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

Verse Bigg Jus

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

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

And once
In one we have proven
That we can rip all these big budget motherfuckers
(89.9)
to Stretch and Bobbito
(Bob-bi-to!)

Verse Two:

Ye lyrics of fire
Surface bombs from X-wing fighters, stance to B-boy actors
Negative thirty below wind chill
The counteraction is just a helpless action of the flinching
My supersonics leave you like Maggie Simpson
Taxidermist I defy translation
Instigate and set in crates(?) your whole situation
Practice exposing perfection Ricki Like exposes white trash
My shit is strange X-file 2-6-7 whiplash
Triple felon minus the melanin
When I bomb it the type of shit to make Baby Jessica jump in the again
or rain acid, El-P the battle master
Lactose breaking down your fucking fractals you're flaccid
I'm leaving Las like a hundred flying Elvises
Raid, spot my prey, swoop down and cross their
Rat nerve like David grill smoke
my frozen frame suspended
You couldn't even with my idle fidget
My birthright I'm pulling from stones high tone beam
Phonetically abort it try to it and catch a silent scream, fetus
The raw daddy tactics Krush Groove unstoppable
Testing luck it's like on lead pink popsicles
The enigma, no one can fuck with me yet but I'm not
(You battle?)
It's better to in the
(mirror)
Say five 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 clan
(I can it)
Mr. Len,
89.9
Hit me that shit some time

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