Luyện nghe bài hát Benzi Box

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

Jump 'em in jump rope
Double-Dutch then turn on the mic a thumb stroke
touch, cuddle clutch, is this thing on?
Like the fling with Mrs King Kong, this spring

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

But why stress, try an remember
Maybe bit the skinned babysitter Gwendolyn
The type to hit and run and go tell a
Word to El Muerto, cucaracha,

He know, flow like 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
They just who is he but don't worry
Believe me get busy when it comes to poetry
He's got la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

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

The beat wont fail me with rhymes
Than times he his hands and feet daily
And all kerosene aint cheap
Villain been since a teenage creep, peep

He always was a
And a pen and a pencil in his mental den
Right there to where the Rolodex was
Before it turned up all by his solar plexus

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

His name's
wonder just who is he but don't worry
Believe me he'll get when it comes to poetry
He's got la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la