Luyện nghe bài hát Bagpipes From Baghdad

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

Locked in Mariah's wine cellar, all I had for
Was bread, wine, more bread, wine and Crunch
Red for breakfast and for brunch
And to soak it up and in snack crackers to munch

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can be a fixture in my lyrical mixture
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
This pill dust in my palm
Cuticles get residue just from 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 in your cornea, nice knowin' ya Norman
You're so annoyin', drop the shovel, boy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm goin' to get the needle and thread from the kit
And attempt to separate 'em, and 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 from
goin' through my mind half the time
When my are blowin' up my

Bagpipes from
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 bag of
Bagpipes Baghdad