Luyện nghe bài hát Bagpipes From Baghdad

Ohh, music to my ears
Oh man, how can I describe the way I
great, man
Okay, let me see, how could I

in Mariah's wine cellar, all I had for lunch
Was bread, wine, bread, wine and Cap'n Crunch
Red for breakfast and for brunch
And to soak it up and in between snack to munch

Mariah, happened to us?
Why did we have to break up? All I asked for was a glass of
You see I really asked for much
I can't imagine what's goin' through you
such a nasty break up

With that Latin Luis Miguel
Nick Cannon better the fuck up
I'm not playin', I want her back you
This is Hello Kitty satin funk

Mixed with Egyptian, with a little rap and
Zap and Clapton shaft brings Abba crunk
And baby, I want another crack at ya
You can beat me with any spatula that you

I I really want ya bad, you cunt
Nick, you had your fun, I've come to kick you in your sack of
Man, I could use a batch of blood
So prepare your vernacular for acupuncture

Bagpipes Baghdad
When will it ever cease for Pete's sakes, he's to say the least
from Baghdad
What's goin' through my mind the time
When my are blowin' up my

from Baghdad
Somebody the 'Vacancy' sign on 'cause I'm gone blowin' up my
Bagpipes Baghdad
I run the streets and act a mad man holdin' a glad

You can be a permanent in my lyrical mixture
I'm the miracle whip, a
My sound when the tube of lipsticks surround
I'm to put it on in an instant, wow, man

What an ensemble, an assortment of pharmaceuticals
This pill dust in my palm
get residue just from touching the bottle
Never knew I remind me so much of my mama

I cut you like Dahmer, a butcher knife on ya
The size of a sword, boy, I'm like the Red Sonja
Get it stuck in your cornea, nice ya Norman
You're so annoyin', drop the shovel, boy

You don't what the fuck you're doin'
I ain't playin' no fuckin'
Nick Cannon you prick, I you luck with the fuckin' whore
Every there's a sucka born
Snuck up on Malakai and made the motherfuckers
On a shucka

Shucka, corn, shucka corn
Hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck and him it's fuckin' on
Now what the are ya doin'? You're runnin' over the snow blower
With the lawnmower blowing your from Baghdad

Bagpipes Baghdad
When it ever cease for Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the least
Bagpipes Baghdad
What's goin' through my mind the time
my rhyme are blowin' up my

Bagpipes Baghdad
Somebody turn the sign on 'cause I'm gone blowin' up my
Bagpipes from
I run the streets and act like a mad man holdin' a bag

In the bed with two brain dead vegetables
I bet you become heterosexual
Nothin' will stop me molestin' you
Titty fuckin' you 'till your breast flesh tickles my testicles

Is what they said, to the two conjoined
"How's it girlfriends, you need a boyfriend?"
You need ointment, just set up an appointment
gonna see the doctor first, we'll do a coin flip

I just got my one year sobriety chip
When the bad get goin', how bad does the get?
Baby, you have any trouble rubbin' groins with
other, especially when you're joined at the hip

I'm goin' to get the needle and thread from the kit
And to separate 'em, and stitch them back at the loins, shit
Knew the boy with the chocolate chips, ahoy chip
looky, even took me a Polaroid

Bagpipes Baghdad
When will it ever cease for Pete's sakes, crazy to say the least
from Baghdad
What's goin' my mind half the time
my rhyme are blowin' up my

Bagpipes Baghdad
Somebody turn the 'Vacancy' on 'cause I'm gone blowin' up my
from Baghdad
I run the streets and act like a mad man a glad bag of
from Baghdad