Luyện nghe bài hát DQ Blizzard

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

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

word up, word up, 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 em chill 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 average rapper with the, "have to have it," habit.
Their apperants on my carrot like was Jessica Rabbit,
like fake wood paneling on the of stationwagons.
Rock on the box, Fruit Loops on my chin,
wonderin' if I'm really gonna fit in,
or be a son of a with a gut and some tits,
or a casanova with my dick in a clit.
I'll be back in a bit, I gotta my johnson,
make that cream for the Wisconsin.
You say all of my is complete nonsense,
my cd and the shitty ass contents.
Bullshit, my the bomb.
Siamese want menage a trois.
bitches want their backs massaged.
They may not be real but them is large.

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

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