Luyện nghe bài hát Barry Horowitz

"His opponent St. Petersburg, Florida"
"Two hundred pounds, Barry Horowitz! "

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

To the back with the hat, lean back in the
Crack the window, hear the styles and that 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 with a Harvard
Blunts filled with the citrus mixed with orange
Pussy drip when the thought of Action come to
Born to ride, winter summer shine
Bonafide, wide, run and hide
You don't want the revolution to be
Terrorfied from the Arab death camps
With the iron burning hot, give you stamps
Phone with the cloth over the mouthpiece
With or leaf, burn about an ounce chief
To the neck like a razor for the
Raised inside the struggle, blazin in the huddle
Dig a hole, throw the in it
Left the in the sand motherfuckers couldn't stand in it

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

It's Barry 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 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 ain't got on us
I'm out here gettin it for real while you motherfuckers
Weed in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo
Started at pole position, on the long division
As it my thumb, I roll another one
Quite persistant, that's why call me my mother's son
the cold gift, leave your ho stiff
Make your ho sniff Hootie and the
the coke king
Cause every motherfucker in loaded, I'm on that old shit!

("Someone took the words to my song")

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