Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Touch Example

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

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

Verse Bigg Jus

Yo' eyes get, like Tupac gettin shot 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 not home
Bigg Jus the outsider rain on your field
With styles so freaking wet need maxi panty shields
Expose more moles out the closet that lead paint on tenement
Got more Black Thought to my Roots than niggaz got in their pigment
It's the baby-faced with the Luck like Luciano
like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano
So dust off the candelabra, hip version of the super Don Dada
with the license to give 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 of microchemistry
This history of my hip hop is too deep to be
Bitch recollect don't even half step or try to test it
Bigg Jus, I so much shit my anus needs an ice pack
In fact I'm all that, yo bring the horns back

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

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

Verse El-P

Ye lyrics of fire
Surface bombs from X-wing fighters, stance to actors fracture
Negative thirty below chill factor
The counteraction is just a helpless action of the hapless
My supersonics leave you mute like Simpson
Taxidermist El-P I defy
Instigate and set in crates(?) throughout your situation
Practice exposing perfection like Like exposes white trash
My shit is strange X-file number whiplash
Triple felon emcee the melanin
When I bomb it the type of shit to make Jessica 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, swoop down and their pelvises
Rat like 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 it try to distort it and catch 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
Flow swinging it to you live for '95