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

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

It's Barry Horowitz rap, I pat myself on the
Don't the funk on a nasty dunk, Shaq I attack
the window to your soul, weed inside my lungs burn
These old suckers gettin placed a young urn
like the little bus
Use my chubby finger first to stimulate the clitoris
King Kong got shit on us
I'm out here gettin it for real you motherfuckers filibust'
Weed in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo
Started at position, eyes on the long division
As it burn my thumb, I another one
Quite persistant, that's why call me my mother's son
Shoot the cold gift, leave your ho
Make ho sniff Hootie and the Blowfish
Obey the coke
every 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"