Luyện nghe bài hát Benzi Box

His name's
They 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

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

Sing a song of slap happy
He came to flow 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
bit the tender skinned babysitter Gwendolyn
The type to hit and run and go a friend
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 through your goose EQ

His Doom
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
Cornier and phonier than a play
two of these and dont phone me on the late night

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

He always was a
And kept a pen and a in his mental den
Right there to where the Rolodex was
Before it up all burnt by his solar plexus

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

His Doom
wonder 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