Luyện nghe bài hát Benzi Box

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

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

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

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

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

His name's
They just who is he but don't worry
Believe me he'll get busy when it to poetry
He's got 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 fight
Take two of and dont phone me on the late night

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

He always was a
And kept a pen and a pencil in his den
Right next to where the Rolodex was
Before it turned up all burnt by his plexus

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

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