Luyện nghe bài hát Crosshairs

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

the coop 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 y'all eat pig ham
When he's on the mic 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, got no clues
Like old Officer McGillicuddy

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

Spotted at a chick flick, holdin'
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 told his fans

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

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

Come clean, a of dumb mean cream puffs
A keen drum buff, who fiends for more green stuff
of starvin' there be problems by the goo gobs
Aight, somebody's robbin' Lou and them tonight

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

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

Well, I say
livens up a Robotic Hymn of Doom
Better an amazing pair of jugs