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 touch me in a special
(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 like Tupac gettin in the lobby
Most MC's is robbery of my freestyles as a hobby
I pick apart monkey brains and spread disease hot zones
My cameos on promos seem strange like someone's not
Jus the outsider rain on your dream field
With styles so freaking wet niggas need maxi shields
Expose moles out the closet that lead paint on your tenement
Got more Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their
It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck Luciano
Hardcore like Kool G Rap music for concert piano
So dust off the candelabra, hip hop's version of the Don Dada
with the license to give more ass whippings Father
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 ability to heat seek
Through brain facilities with the of microchemistry
history of my hip hop is too deep to be dissected
Bitch recollect don't even step 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 the horns back

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

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

Verse Two:

Ye olde of fire
bombs from X-wing fighters, stance to B-boy actors fracture
Negative thirty below chill factor
The is just a helpless action of the hapless flinching
My supersonics leave you mute like Simpson
Taxidermist El-P I translation
Instigate and set in crates(?) throughout your situation
Practice exposing like Ricki Like exposes white trash
My shit is strange X-file number whiplash
Triple felon emcee minus the
When I it the type of shit to make Baby Jessica jump in the well again
or rain acid, El-P the battle master
Lactose down your fucking fractals till you're flaccid
I'm leaving Las Vegas like a hundred Elvises
Raid, spot my prey, swoop down and their pelvises
Rat nerve David grill smoke bitch
my frozen frame suspended
You even fuck with my idle fidget
My birthright I'm pulling swords from stones high tone
Phonetically abort it try to distort it and catch a silent scream,
The raw daddy tactics Krush Groove unstoppable
Testing 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 times

(whispered 5x)

Just a

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

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