Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Touch Example

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

It is never ok to someone 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 styles is robbery of my freestyles as a hobby
I pick monkey brains and spread disease through hot zones
My cameos on seem strange like someone's not home
Jus the outsider rain on your dream field
With styles so freaking wet niggas need panty shields
more moles out the closet that lead paint on your tenement
Got more Black Thought to my Roots most 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 whippings Father
You couldn't see me with binoculars, way ahead of like telepathy
Make most crews like blackheads on Oxy creme
Under the lights I up mics with my uncanny ability to heat seek
Through brain facilities the science of microchemistry
This history of my hip hop is too to be dissected
Bitch don't even half step or try to test it black
Jus, I drop so much shit my anus needs an ice pack
In I'm all that, El-P yo bring the horns back

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

And again
In one we have proven
we can rip all these signed big budget motherfuckers
(89.9)
Peace to and Bobbito
(Bob-bi-to!)

Two: El-P

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

(whispered 5x)

Just a

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

Jus, Lune TNS
The almighty
The DJ Mr. Len
Flow swinging it to you live for '95