Luyện nghe bài hát Barry Horowitz

"His opponent St. Petersburg, Florida"
"Two hundred pounds, Barry Horowitz! "

Bronson:]
Yeah, the T.A
[?]. yeah

To the back the hat, lean back in the 'llac
Crack the window, hear the styles and that in back
Ain't no "Cat in the Hat, " a cat that can rap
This is Bronson - Flushing, Queens on the map
Yeah - primate with a Harvard mind
Blunts filled with the citrus with orange lime
Pussy drip when the thought of come to mind
Born to ride, spring summer shine
Bonafide, wide, run and hide
You don't the revolution to be televised
Terrorfied from the Arab death camps
the iron burning hot, give you chest stamps
Phone calls with the cloth the mouthpiece
With or leaf, burn about an ounce chief
To the neck like a for the stubble
Raised the struggle, blazin in the huddle yeah
Dig a hole, throw the in it
Left the slippers in the sand motherfuckers couldn't in it

("Someone took the to my song") [ding ding ding]

It's Barry Horowitz rap, I pat myself on the
Don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk, Shaq I
Close the window to your soul, inside my lungs burn
These old gettin placed into a young urn
Specialized like the bus
Use my chubby finger first to stimulate the clitoris
Kong ain't got shit on us
I'm out here gettin it for real while you motherfuckers
in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo mission
Started at position, eyes on the long division
As it burn my thumb, I another one
Quite persistant, that's why they call me my son
the cold gift, leave your ho stiff
Make ho sniff Hootie and the Blowfish
the coke king
Cause motherfucker in rockin loaded, I'm on that old shit!

("Someone took the words to my song")

[Jim Ross:] "Barry Horowitz, likes to pat himself on the back"