Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Touch Example

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

It is ok to touch someone else's private parts
mom and dad will tell you so

Verse Bigg Jus

Yo' get, blind like Tupac gettin shot in the lobby
Most MC's styles is robbery of my freestyles as a
I pick apart monkey brains and spread through hot zones
My on promos seem strange like someone's not home
Jus the outsider rain on your dream field
With styles so freaking wet niggas need maxi shields
Expose more moles out the closet that paint on your tenement
Got more Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in pigment
It's the baby-faced with the Luck like Luciano
Hardcore Kool G Rap music made for concert piano
So dust off the candelabra, hip hop's version of the super Don
with the license to give more ass than Father
You couldn't see me with binoculars, way ahead of myself like
Make most disappear like blackheads on Oxy creme
Under the lights I fuck up mics with my uncanny ability to heat
Through brain facilities with the of microchemistry
This history of my hip hop is too deep to be
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 fact I'm all that, El-P yo bring the horns

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

And again
In one verse we have
That we can rip all these big budget motherfuckers
(89.9)
Peace to Stretch and
(Bob-bi-to!)

Verse Two:

Ye olde lyrics of
Surface from X-wing fighters, stance to B-boy actors fracture
Negative thirty below chill factor
The counteraction is just a action of the hapless flinching
My supersonics leave you mute like Simpson
Taxidermist I defy translation
Instigate and set in crates(?) throughout whole situation
Practice exposing perfection like Like exposes white trash
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
or rain acid, El-P the battle master
Lactose breaking down your fractals till 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 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 abort it try to it and catch a silent scream, fetus
The raw daddy tactics Krush Groove unstoppable
luck it's like sucking on lead pink popsicles
The enigma, no one can fuck me yet but I'm not signed
(You battle?)
better to look in the
(mirror)
Say Candyman times

(whispered 5x)

Just a

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

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