Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Touch Example

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

It is never ok to touch someone private parts
mom and dad will tell you so

Verse One: Jus

Yo' eyes get, blind like gettin shot in the lobby
Most MC's styles is robbery of my freestyles as a
I pick monkey brains and spread disease through hot zones
My cameos on promos seem strange like someone's not
Bigg Jus the outsider rain on your dream
With styles so freaking wet need maxi panty shields
Expose more out the closet that lead paint on your tenement
Got more Black Thought to my than most niggaz got in their pigment
It's the lieutenant with 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 to give more ass whippings than Father
You couldn't see me with binoculars, way ahead of myself telepathy
Make most crews disappear like blackheads on Oxy
the lights I fuck up mics with my uncanny ability to heat seek
Through brain facilities with the science of
This history of my hip hop is too deep to be
Bitch don't even half step or try to test it black
Bigg Jus, I drop so much shit my anus needs an ice
In fact I'm all that, El-P yo bring the horns

(Yes)
Right through the center of 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!)

Two: El-P

Ye olde of fire
Surface bombs from fighters, stance to B-boy actors fracture
Negative thirty wind chill factor
The counteraction is a helpless 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 Ricki Like exposes white trash
My shit is strange number 2-6-7 whiplash
Triple felon emcee minus the
When I bomb it the of shit to make Baby Jessica jump in the well again
or rain acid, El-P the battle master
Lactose breaking down your fucking till you're flaccid
I'm leaving Las Vegas like a hundred Elvises
Raid, spot my prey, down and cross their pelvises
Rat nerve like David grill bitch
Catch my frozen suspended
You couldn't even fuck with my fidget
My birthright I'm pulling swords from stones high tone
Phonetically abort it try to distort it and catch a scream, fetus
The raw tactics prove Krush Groove unstoppable
Testing luck it's like sucking on 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 time

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