Luyện nghe bài hát DQ Blizzard

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

Get up on the mic a five on a fifty.
avoid the hickeys of the bucktoothed bitties.
Fake Timberlake to be by Britney.
Smoke that pipe with Witney, shoot blow with Iggy.
L.I.B, N.Y.C and all in between,
you could me a mint 'cause I make the green.
I make the scene, I believe that you all was naked,
so I wouldn't have to fake it. copy and paste it,
like Photoshop, Red Foreman in Robocop.
I get up on the mic and you know I fuckin 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 rock, cause the beat just be so bumpin'.
Let's get our on before our carriage is a pumpkin,
they outlaw fuckin', not bad for a drunken munchkin.
My name is MC Chris welcome to my 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, wanna flizzirt,
but I tell' em like a DQ Blizzard.
me like a DQ Blizzard, D-DQ Blizzard.
Help me like a DQ Blizzard, Blizzard.

Like beef and cabbage, half fred savage.
The better than rapper with the, "have to have it," habit.
Their apperants on my carrot like was Jessica Rabbit,
like wood paneling on the side of stationwagons.
Fraggle on the box, Fruit Loops on my chin,
wonderin' if I'm ever gonna fit in,
or be a son of a bitch with a gut and tits,
or a roaming casanova my dick in a clit.
be back in a bit, I gotta floss my johnson,
make that cream for the Wisconsin.
You say all of my shit is nonsense,
fuck my cd and the ass contents.
Bullshit, my the bomb.
Siamese want menage a trois.
Robot bitches want backs massaged.
They may not be but them tits is large.

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

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