Luyện nghe bài hát DQ Blizzard

Your rapper- he's whack dude, he even try?
Can he do what mine did? Think you 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.
that pipe with Witney, shoot that blow with Iggy.
L.I.B, N.Y.C and all in between,
you could call me a '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 Adobe Photoshop, Red in Robocop.
I get up on the mic and you know I fuckin 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, cause the beat 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 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.
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 average rapper the, "have to have it," habit.
Their apperants on my carrot like they was Rabbit,
like fake wood paneling on the of stationwagons.
Fraggle Rock on the box, Loops on my chin,
if I'm ever really gonna fit in,
or be a son of a bitch a gut and some tits,
or a casanova 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.
twins want menage a trois.
Robot bitches want their massaged.
They may not be real but tits is large.

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

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