Luyện nghe bài hát Crosshairs

The fat is in the fire, a fryer made of chicken
Gettin' sick and of a friggin' liar
Pelican with very soft mangoes
A closet of skeletons and terry cloth Kangols

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

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

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

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, snatch any brew, Blue
Black Jew like that's new, me through
No latch attached, skat shoo, twenty-two

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

Come clean, a bunch of dumb cream puffs
A keen drum machine buff, who fiends for green stuff
Instead of starvin' 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 some peers, that's gone in the years
Tears and cheers, born in the

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

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