Luyện nghe bài hát Charms Alarm

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What we have here is a very serious delicate
Lots of people out here always ridin the dick
But this out
I like your style I like stride
and I like motivation
But the Late Show we ain't standin for shit
So my man right here he wrote a little about it
Why don't you it

Ring the alarm comes the Com
Call me Mr. Hollywood -- it out!
the, alarm, here comes, the Com
Call me Mr.
On the Goodship,
POP goes the lolli, for I'm, the Jolly
Good Fellow, Is anybody there?
I'm not a step, so stare
I Rock-well I always feel like
I always feel like, Watchin Me
ooh, Somebody's Me
gotta be that, that that that nigga that sweat my shit
I say say say, "Black get off the 'zack,
you my urinal tract"
I go pee-pee, yo you don't know me
You're just a New Kid on My Jock, and you're phony
It's my little pony and you get a ride
So when you see me homey, just please just aside
aside, not talkin wlidside, I'm comin from the Southside
where the ruffnecks reign; if you can't stand it, go outside
Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull card
and nowadays it's all these dick kids, wanna be hard
You're FRAUDULENT, I can tell a by his scent
So sorry, but the van got
And out is how I'm lookin, I'm out for my people
I'm fly like I'm fly like but me don't have no
Beat the beater the juice, how far would you go to
You're gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-WOOH! * sings like En Vogue*
You down from the +Jump+, so why you wanna Kris Kross?
You no buyin, insecure junkyard motherfucker
Get lost, cause youse a

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We really we got em, you can spot em
a distance, now let's just say FOR INSTANCE
you got a crank gettin ganked for his bank by snake
little wench -- is you is, or is you
the
You gotta be, gotta be, to let the shit occur
Gettin pimped, by a hoe, that ain't too proud to beg, for dough
She get your mo money mo money money mo!
I couldn't go out like that if it was my day off of punishment
call me Kaopectate; in relationships, I'm runnin shit
So don't be to me with that, "We can go out, you pay"
that bitch, it's the, Unamerican way
This is the circumcision, and is gettin cut off
Ridin on my shit, to get they nut off
NOT, no cops, just want a lick
If you down with the 'Van, Dyke, get off the Dick
Cause I remember the time, the time, the time you
to play me like I was booty but now just a groupie
me uhh, sweatin me uhh
Tellin me I get big don't be forgettin me uhh
But forget you, forgot you, after, I you
It's Blo Pop bitch, you better set your clock
to the Alarm

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Why'd the MC sucker MC cross the road?
To get to the side?!
Why'd the sucker MC sucker MC the road?
To get to the other side, now it out
I got the pep in my step, the in my glide
So I won't trip, when I let my slip
Some shake it to the East, I'm shakin West, well shake your mid
And I'ma get you suckaz, give me one side, and one rib
I barbeque the HEY, I barbeque the mouths
Cause mom always said - don't wack in the house!
So that garbage to the backyard
And I was like, "Everybody wanna rap hard"
Before you wasn't hardcore, so Sonic why ya
How you hop when you ain't hip?
You found rap, on a two-way street - and it
on a parkway, I ain't sayin no names, yo Rico
Fuckin goons fakin stab wounds, I need to shank the
Presley Jr., tryin to be somethin that you ain't
No daps, y'all are hoes, y'all go on
and take off all your clothes; then you -- strike a
You knows and I knows, that's how you your record
Because your shit is BUTT, you get NAKED
But wack, you're wack, showin your body to me
I said you're wack, you're wack, your body to me
You got no Soul man, and you need to get a
you, ain't, ah-really down..
.. with hip-hop you SUCKERS