Luyện nghe bài hát Crosshairs

The fat is in the fire, a fryer of chicken wire
Gettin' sick and of a friggin' liar
Pelican with very soft mangoes
A closet full of skeletons and terry 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 to make y'all eat pig ham
When on the mic he's like the trigger man, fig jam

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

Watch your six, he got a lot of more
Lyrics, bricks, on sticks sure got
It's a gift, don't get for kicks
With the same slick used to plot sick vicks

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

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

Super, he's loaded dice
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 puffs
A keen drum machine buff, who fiends for more green
Instead of there be problems by the goo gobs
Aight, somebody's Lou Dobbs and them tonight

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

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

Well, I say
Nuttin' livens up a Hymn of Doom
Better than an pair of jugs