Luyện nghe bài hát Benzi Box

His name's
They wonder who is he but don't worry
Believe me get busy when it comes to poetry
got plenty la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Jump 'em in like jump
then turn on the mic with a thumb stroke
Subtle touch, clutch, is this thing on?
Like the fling Mrs King Kong, this spring gone

Sing a of slap happy crappiness
He came to flow like it was strapped to his nappy
Surely I jest, the best on a
Mic not an eye test, yet I

But why stress, try an when
Maybe bit the tender babysitter Gwendolyn
The to hit and run and go tell a friend
to El Muerto, cucaracha, exo-skeleton

He know, flow inter-stellar wind
Tow a rap by his toe and to hell again
Ahem, 1, 2, me too
Loose wreck, see through your neck EQ

His Doom
wonder just who is he but don't worry
Believe me he'll get busy when it to poetry
got plenty la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Ay, if I may
Rap days is like a pain up in the neck
and phonier than a play fight
Take two of these and phone me on the late night

The wont fail me with more rhymes
Than times he wash his hands and daily
And all that kerosene aint
Villain been deep a teenage creep, peep

He was a gentleman
And kept a pen and a in his mental den
Right there next to where the was
Before it up all burnt by his solar plexus

He dont his own strength
When hes on the bone its the microphone length
And with aint it like dingy socks
Feel the full effect off in your Benzie Box

His name's
They wonder who is he but don't worry
Believe me he'll get busy it comes to poetry
got plenty la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la