Luyện nghe bài hát Benzi Box

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

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

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

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

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

His name's
They wonder just who is he but worry
Believe me he'll get when 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 pain up in the
Cornier and phonier than a play
Take two of these and dont phone me on the night

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

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

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

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