Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Touch Example

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

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

Verse One: Jus

Yo' eyes get, blind Tupac gettin shot in the lobby
Most MC's styles is robbery of my as a hobby
I pick apart monkey and spread disease through hot zones
My cameos on promos seem like someone's not home
Bigg Jus the outsider rain on your field
With styles so wet niggas need maxi panty shields
Expose more out the closet 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 the Luck like Luciano
Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert
So dust off the candelabra, hip version of the super Don Dada
with the license to give more ass whippings than
You couldn't see me with binoculars, way ahead of myself like
Make most crews 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
Bitch recollect don't even 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 bring the horns

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

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

Verse Two:

Ye lyrics of fire
Surface bombs from X-wing fighters, stance to actors fracture
Negative thirty below chill factor
The is just a helpless action of the hapless flinching
My supersonics leave you like Maggie Simpson
Taxidermist El-P I defy
Instigate and set in crates(?) throughout your whole
Practice exposing perfection like Ricki Like exposes white
My is strange X-file number 2-6-7 whiplash
Triple felon minus the melanin
When I bomb it the type of shit to make Jessica jump in the well again
Sunshines or rain acid, El-P the master
Lactose breaking down your fucking till you're flaccid
I'm leaving Las Vegas like a flying Elvises
Raid, spot my prey, swoop and cross their pelvises
Rat like David grill smoke bitch
Catch my frozen frame
You couldn't even fuck with my idle
My birthright I'm swords from stones high 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 me yet but I'm not signed
(You battle?)
It's better to 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 some time

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