Luyện nghe bài hát Benzi Box

His name's
They 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

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

Sing a song of slap 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 remember
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 again
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 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 fight
Take two of these and dont phone me on the night

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

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

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

His Doom
They 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