Luyện nghe bài hát Bagpipes From Baghdad

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

Locked in wine cellar, all I had for lunch
Was bread, wine, more bread, wine and Crunch
Red wine for breakfast and for
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 what's goin' through you mind
such a nasty break up

With that Latin hunk Miguel
Nick Cannon better back the up
I'm not playin', I her back you punk
is Hello Kitty bedspread satin funk

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

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

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

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

You can be a permanent fixture in my mixture
I'm the whip, a trickster
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 beautiful dust in my palm
Cuticles get residue just touching the bottle
Never knew I could me so much of my mama

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

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

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

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

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

In the bed with two dead lesbian vegetables
I bet you they become
Nothin' will stop me from you
Titty you 'till your breast nipple flesh tickles my testicles

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

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

I'm to get the needle and thread from the sowin' kit
And attempt to separate 'em, and them back at the loins, shit
Knew the little boy with the chocolate chips, ahoy
Cookie looky, even took me a

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

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