Luyện nghe bài hát Crosshairs

The fat is in the fire, a made of chicken wire
Gettin' and tired of a friggin' liar
Pelican with some very soft
A closet full of skeletons and cloth Kangols

the coop before you hit it let me warn you
She did a hula-hoop but don't get any on you
It's all a big scam to make eat pig ham
he's on the mic he's like the trigger man, fig jam

Doom, not to be confused nobody
Especially, since the flows he used was so
Never too woozy to go study, crews got no
Like old cruddy Officer

Watch six, he got a lot of more tricks
Lyrics, bricks, on sure got raw-nytics
It's a gift, get shot for kicks
the same slick used to plot sick vicks with

Spotted at a flick, holdin' hands
The other one on his swollen glands, a chance
That's why he kept them holes in his
Rollin' in a old van is what he his stolen fans

Is that you true? from hat to shoe
Snafu, any brew, LaBatt's Blue
Jew like that's new, patch me through
No attached, skat shoo, catch twenty-two

Super, he's dice nice
And overpriced, a arm and a leg, homey life or ice
Villain, nag a old hag
a bragger by his mic cord and leave him holding the bag

Come clean, a bunch of dumb mean cream
A keen drum machine buff, who fiends for more stuff
Instead of starvin' there be problems by the goo
Aight, robbin' Lou Dobbs and them tonight

And on the next flight, moon bound
And makes it a point to away from the goon pound
Got some peers, that's gone in the lost
and cheers, born in the crosshairs

Hey Mr.
What's that you singing?
(It is the Robotic of Doom)

Well, I say
Nuttin' up a Robotic Hymn of Doom
Better than an amazing pair of