Luyện nghe bài hát DQ Blizzard

Your rapper- he's whack dude, does he try?
Can he do what mine Think you should say buh bye.

Get up on the mic like a on a fifty.
avoid the hickeys of the bucktoothed bitties.
Fake just to be by Britney.
Smoke pipe with Witney, shoot that blow with Iggy.
L.I.B, N.Y.C and all in between,
you could call me a mint 'cause I the green.
I the scene, I make believe that you all was naked,
so I wouldn't to fake it. Just copy and paste it,
Adobe Photoshop, Red Foreman in Robocop.
I get up on the mic and you know I won't stop.
It's the props of Carrot Top, or yellow stains in my socks.
You like you hip? Your all hepped up on hopps.
So, just do the body rock, cause the just be so bumpin'.
Let's get our groove on our carriage is a pumpkin,
they outlaw fuckin', not bad for a drunken munchkin.
My name is MC welcome to my lyric luncheon.

up, word up, word up, word up, and you know.

Name's MC, my the Lee Majors.
Put us on the bill, and boy ya hit paydirt.
When I'm on the mike, girlies flizzirt,
but I tell' em like a DQ Blizzard.
Help me a DQ Blizzard, D-DQ Blizzard.
Help me a DQ Blizzard, D-DQ Blizzard.

Like beef and cabbage, half fred savage.
The better than average with the, "have to have it," habit.
Their apperants on my carrot like they was Rabbit,
like fake paneling on the side of stationwagons.
Fraggle Rock on the box, Loops on my chin,
wonderin' if I'm ever really fit in,
or be a son of a with a gut and some tits,
or a roaming with my dick in a clit.
be back in a bit, I gotta floss my johnson,
make cream for the state Wisconsin.
You say all of my is complete nonsense,
my cd and the shitty ass contents.
Bullshit, my the bomb.
Siamese twins menage a trois.
bitches want their backs massaged.
They may not be real but tits is large.

(damn) word up, word up, word up, up, and you know.

Your rapper- he's dude, does he even try?
Can he do what did? Think you should say buh bye.x2