Luyện nghe bài hát Barry Horowitz

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

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

To the back with the hat, lean back in the
the window, hear the soldier styles and that in back
Ain't no "Cat in the Hat, " just a cat can rap
This is - representing Flushing, Queens on the map
Yeah - heavyweight primate with a Harvard
Blunts filled with the citrus with orange lime
Pussy when the thought of Action come to mind
Born to ride, winter spring shine
Bonafide, eyes wide, run and
You don't want the revolution to be
Terrorfied from the mountain death camps
With the burning hot, give you chest stamps
Phone calls with the cloth the mouthpiece
With or without leaf, burn about an 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 motherfuckers couldn't in it

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

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