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 don't to touch you there)

It is never ok to touch someone else's parts
Your mom and dad tell you so

Verse One: Jus

Yo' eyes get, blind like Tupac gettin in the lobby
Most MC's styles is robbery of my freestyles as a
I apart monkey brains and spread disease through hot zones
My cameos on promos seem strange like not home
Bigg Jus the rain on your dream field
With styles so freaking wet niggas need maxi panty
more 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 like
Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for piano
So dust off the candelabra, hip hop's version of the Don Dada
the license to give more ass whippings than Father
You couldn't see me with binoculars, way ahead of myself like
Make most crews disappear like on Oxy creme
Under the lights I fuck up mics with my uncanny to heat seek
Through brain facilities the science 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 back

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

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

Verse El-P

Ye olde of fire
Surface bombs X-wing fighters, stance to B-boy actors fracture
Negative below wind chill factor
The counteraction is just a helpless action of the flinching
My supersonics you mute like Maggie Simpson
El-P I defy translation
Instigate and set in crates(?) throughout whole situation
Practice exposing perfection like Ricki Like white trash
My shit is strange X-file number whiplash
Triple felon emcee the melanin
When I it the type of shit to make Baby Jessica jump in the well again
Sunshines or acid, El-P the battle master
Lactose breaking down your fucking fractals till flaccid
I'm leaving Las Vegas a hundred flying Elvises
Raid, spot my prey, down 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 pulling swords stones high tone beam
Phonetically abort it try to it and catch a silent scream, fetus
The raw daddy tactics prove Groove unstoppable
Testing luck it's like on lead pink popsicles
The enigma, no one can with 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 to beat the man
(It's so now)
Me and Jus
(The light)
Company Flow
(I can it)
Mr. Len,
89.9
Hit me with that shit some

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