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 don't 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 Tupac gettin shot in the lobby
Most MC's styles is robbery of my freestyles as a
I pick apart monkey brains and 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 freaking wet niggas need panty shields
Expose more moles out the closet that lead on your tenement
Got more Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigment
It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the like Luciano
Hardcore Kool G Rap music 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 than
You see me with binoculars, way ahead of myself like telepathy
Make most crews like blackheads on Oxy creme
Under the I fuck up mics with my uncanny ability to heat seek
Through brain facilities with the of microchemistry
This of my hip hop is too deep to be dissected
Bitch recollect don't even half or try to test it black
Bigg Jus, I drop so much shit my 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)
Piercing the lens of your eyesight

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

Verse Two:

Ye lyrics of fire
Surface bombs from X-wing fighters, to B-boy actors fracture
Negative thirty below wind chill
The is just a helpless action of the hapless flinching
My supersonics leave you mute like Simpson
Taxidermist El-P I defy
Instigate and set in crates(?) throughout whole situation
Practice perfection like Ricki Like exposes white trash
My shit is strange number 2-6-7 whiplash
felon emcee minus the melanin
When I bomb it the type of shit to make Baby jump in the well again
Sunshines or acid, El-P the battle master
Lactose breaking down your fucking till you're flaccid
I'm leaving Las Vegas a hundred flying Elvises
Raid, spot my prey, down and cross their pelvises
Rat nerve like David grill smoke
Catch my frozen frame
You couldn't even fuck with my idle
My birthright I'm pulling swords stones high tone beam
Phonetically abort it try to distort it and a silent scream, fetus
The raw daddy tactics prove Groove unstoppable
Testing luck it's like sucking on lead pink
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 Flow
(I can it)
Mr. Len,
89.9
Hit me with shit some time

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