Luyện nghe bài hát Benzi Box

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was a gentleman
And a pen and a pencil in his mental den
Right 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
Feel the effect off cassette in your Benzie Box

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