Luyện nghe bài hát Benzi Box

His name's
They 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

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

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

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

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

His Doom
They wonder just who is he but worry
Believe me get busy when it comes 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
Cornier and phonier than a play
Take two of these and dont phone me on the late

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

He always was a
And kept a pen and a pencil in his den
Right there to where 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 funky like dingy
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 busy when it to poetry
He's got la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la