Luyện nghe bài hát Benzi Box

His Doom
They wonder just who is he but worry
Believe me he'll get busy it comes to poetry
He's got la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

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

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

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

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

His Doom
wonder just 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

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

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

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

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

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