Luyện nghe bài hát Barry Horowitz

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

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

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

Barry Horowitz rap, I pat myself on the back
Don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk, I attack
Close the to your soul, weed inside my lungs burn
These old suckers gettin into a young urn
Specialized the little bus
Use my chubby little finger first to the clitoris
King Kong got shit on us
I'm out here gettin it for real while you filibust'
Weed in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo
Started at pole position, on the long division
As it burn my thumb, I another one
Quite persistant, that's why call me my mother's son
the cold gift, leave your ho stiff
Make your ho sniff and the Blowfish
Obey the coke
every motherfucker in rockin loaded, I'm on that old shit!

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

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