Luyện nghe bài hát Benzi 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

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

Sing a of slap happy crappiness
He came to flow like it was strapped to his chest
I jest, the best 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, like inter-stellar wind
Tow a rap jinn by his toe and to hell
Ahem, 1, 2, me too
Loose wreck, see through your goose EQ

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

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

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

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

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

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