Luyện nghe bài hát Bagpipes From Baghdad

Ohh, it's to my ears
Oh man, how can I the way I feel?
great, man
Okay, let me see, how I begin?

Locked in Mariah's 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 crackers to munch

Mariah, happened to us?
Why did we have to break up? All I asked for was a glass of
You see I never asked for much
I can't imagine what's goin' you mind
such a nasty break up

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

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

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

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

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

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

What an ensemble, an assortment of pharmaceuticals
beautiful pill dust in my palm
Cuticles get residue just from touching the
knew I could remind me so much of my mama

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got my one year sobriety coin chip
When the bad get goin', how bad does the goin'
Baby, you shouldn't have any rubbin' groins with
Each other, especially when joined at the hip

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

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

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