Luyện nghe bài hát Barry Horowitz

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

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

To the back with the hat, back in the 'llac
Crack the window, hear the soldier styles and that in
Ain't no "Cat in the Hat, " a cat that can rap
This is Bronson - Flushing, Queens on the map
Yeah - heavyweight primate with a Harvard
filled with the citrus mixed with orange lime
Pussy drip when the thought of Action to mind
Born to ride, spring summer shine
Bonafide, wide, run and hide
You don't want the to be televised
Terrorfied from the mountain death camps
With the iron burning hot, give you chest
calls with the cloth over the mouthpiece
With or without leaf, about an ounce chief
To the neck like a for the stubble
Raised the struggle, blazin in the huddle yeah
Dig a hole, the lamb in it
Left the slippers in the sand motherfuckers couldn't in it

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

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

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

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