Luyện nghe bài hát Crosshairs

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

Flew the before you hit it let me warn you
She did a cool hula-hoop but get any on you
It's all a big scam to make eat pig ham
When on the mic he's like the trigger man, fig jam

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

your six, he got a lot of more tricks
Lyrics, bricks, on sticks got raw-nytics
It's a gift, don't get for kicks
With the slick used to plot sick vicks with

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

Is that you Matched from hat to shoe
Snafu, snatch any brew, LaBatt's
Black Jew that's new, patch me through
No latch attached, skat shoo, twenty-two

Super, loaded dice nice
And overpriced, a arm and a leg, homey or your ice
Villain, nag a old hag
Snag a 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 green stuff
of starvin' there be problems by the goo gobs
Aight, somebody's robbin' Lou Dobbs and tonight

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

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

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