Luyện nghe bài hát Benzi Box

His Doom
They just who is he but don't worry
Believe me he'll get busy 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?
Like the fling with Mrs Kong, this spring gone

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

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

He know, flow inter-stellar wind
Tow a rap by his toe and to hell again
Ahem, 1, 2, me too
Loose wreck, see your goose neck EQ

His Doom
They wonder just who is he but don't
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 days is like a pain up in the neck
Cornier and phonier than a fight
Take two of these and dont me on the late night

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

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

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

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