Luyện nghe bài hát Benzi Box

His name's
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

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

Sing a song of happy crappiness
He to flow like it was strapped to his nappy chest
Surely I jest, the on a wireless
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, like inter-stellar wind
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
wonder just who is he but don't 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 these days is a pain up in the neck
and phonier than a play fight
Take two of these and dont me on the late night

The wont fail me with more rhymes
Than times he wash his hands and daily
And all that kerosene aint
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
it turned up all burnt by his solar plexus

He dont his own strength
When hes on the bone its like the microphone
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 it comes to poetry
got plenty la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la