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 could I

Locked in Mariah's cellar, all I had for lunch
Was bread, wine, more bread, and Cap'n Crunch
Red wine for breakfast and for
And to it up and in between 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 asked for much
I imagine what's goin' through you mind
After such a nasty up

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

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

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

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

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

You can be a permanent 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

an ensemble, what an assortment of pharmaceuticals
This beautiful dust in my palm
Cuticles get just from touching the bottle
Never knew I could remind me so of my mama

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

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

Shucka, shucka corn, corn
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' over the snow
With the lawnmower blowing your bagpipes Baghdad

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

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

Is they said, to the two conjoined twins
"How's it going girlfriends, you a boyfriend?"
You need some ointment, set up an appointment
Who's gonna see the doctor first, 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 any trouble rubbin' groins with
Each other, especially when joined at the hip

I'm goin' to get the 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, took me a Polaroid

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

Bagpipes from
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 of
Bagpipes Baghdad