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 place
(But I don't want to 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, blind like gettin shot in the lobby
MC's styles is robbery of my freestyles as a hobby
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 dream field
With styles so freaking wet need maxi panty shields
Expose more moles out the closet that lead paint on your
Got more Black Thought to my than most niggaz got in their pigment
It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like
Hardcore like Kool G Rap music for concert piano
So dust off the candelabra, hip hop's version of the super Don
with the 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
the lights I fuck up mics with my uncanny ability 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 step or try to test it
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 once
In one we have proven
That we can rip all signed big budget motherfuckers
(89.9)
Peace to Stretch and
(Bob-bi-to!)

Two: El-P

Ye olde of fire
Surface from 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 leave you mute like Maggie
Taxidermist El-P I translation
and set in crates(?) throughout your whole situation
Practice exposing perfection like Ricki Like 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 Baby Jessica jump in the well again
Sunshines or rain acid, El-P the master
Lactose breaking down your fucking fractals you're flaccid
I'm leaving Las like a hundred flying Elvises
Raid, spot my prey, down and cross their pelvises
Rat nerve like David smoke bitch
my frozen frame suspended
You couldn't even with my idle fidget
My birthright I'm pulling swords from stones high beam
Phonetically it try to distort it and catch a silent scream, fetus
The raw daddy tactics prove Krush Groove
Testing luck it's like sucking on lead popsicles
The enigma, no one can with me yet but I'm not signed
(You battle?)
It's to look in the
(mirror)
Say Candyman times

(whispered 5x)

Just a

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

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