Luyện nghe bài hát Barry Horowitz

"His opponent St. Petersburg, Florida"
"Two hundred thirty-one pounds, Horowitz! "

[Action
Yeah, the T.A
Bronsalinio [?].

To the back with the hat, lean back in the
Crack the window, hear the soldier and that in back
Ain't no "Cat in the Hat, " a cat that can rap
is Bronson - representing Flushing, Queens on the map
Yeah - heavyweight primate with a mind
Blunts filled with the citrus mixed with orange
Pussy drip when the thought of Action come to
Born to ride, winter spring summer
Bonafide, eyes wide, run and
You don't want the to be televised
Terrorfied from the Arab mountain camps
With the iron hot, give you chest stamps
Phone calls with the over the mouthpiece
or without leaf, burn about an ounce chief
To the neck a razor for the stubble
Raised inside the struggle, blazin in the yeah
Dig a hole, throw the in it
Left the slippers in the sand motherfuckers couldn't in it

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

It's Horowitz rap, I pat myself on the back
fake the funk on a nasty dunk, Shaq I attack
Close the to your soul, weed inside my lungs burn
These old suckers gettin placed a young urn
Specialized the little bus
Use my little finger first to stimulate the clitoris
Kong ain't got shit on us
I'm out here gettin it for real you motherfuckers filibust'
Weed in my flicker, I'm on a solo mission
Started at pole position, eyes on the long
As it burn my thumb, I roll one
persistant, that's why they call me my mother's son
Shoot the cold gift, leave your ho
Make ho sniff Hootie and the Blowfish
Obey the king
Cause motherfucker in rockin loaded, I'm on that old shit!

("Someone the words to my song") [x2]

[Jim "Barry Horowitz, always likes to pat himself on the back"