Luyện nghe bài hát Food Fight

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This is a federal fight
(You know it)
That we're callin' out all you kooks and crooks
(What? We're about to rip shit)

Oh, me? My name is Hump
(There's a in here, baby)
I'm the original rapper, baby
(You better get with this, baby)

We're about to sling hot food all this piece
(Just but a food fight)
Here we go, in the house for the 9-whatever
(Food fight)
With the and egg sandwich

You ain't groceries, G, your groove is getting rude over records
But can you sling the like this?
You better bite this, if you wanna the people move like this
wa, Allah, cheese burger

Flame base, my pickle make ya wiggle
You're busted, my will wax your whole plate
By itself, not including all my condiments
Nod your head to this and duck

As I commence to lock and load a cantaloupe
Yo, I'm illin', I'm melons like the felons are slangin' dope sacks
So max but I wouldn't so close up in the light
Either bring it or 'cause it's about to be a food fight

(You need something for the fight)
We hit you in the neck a cheeseburger
(Gotta food to the food fight)
Yeah, bruh, we hit you in the neck a cheeseburger

It's classic, slapping brothers with some from jurasstic
I counteract it with the Shock ham hocks
brothers who might Tupac
Fifty-seven black too hard but lots of

Fat hippopotamus, still caught 'em though
In the face with excrements, peep my
I bring the seasoning
Eureka for the weaker, and smoke the

up the funk in the beaker and, yes, about to say, "Speaker"
It leaks in your ears and ahead
I to Japan and they was throwing pork balls
But I'm protocol, stop

(You need for the food fight)
We banked you in the neck with the cheeseburger, on
(Gotta bring to the food fight)
Yes, we're slugging the chicken to your grill

(You something for the food fight)
Get ready, coming fetti with the groceries
(Gotta bring food to the fight)
Someone shoulda told ya, it ain't till it's over

Now if I am what I eat I I ain't a big couchie
substitute the 'Ouch' for the 'Ooch'
If so, I hate to see my man O, he'd be a butt hell
the 'Ell' for the 'Ole'

Actually, factually fools I know would be toe up
If you was you ate, no fakin'
My man Nate would be a of bacon
My brother popcorn, and my cat would be a rat

My girlfriend be some super sperm and things
My rich nigga Pac would be a lobster with hot
It's quite simple, if true that my temple is
I'd be some mushrooms and

I'd be a pinto bean smothered neck bone
Scrilla taker, wafer, baker, filler
So come on with your food slingin' I'm ready
it shut up nigga, sing it

(You need for the food fight)
We banked you in the with the cheeseburger
(Gotta food to the food fight)
Yes, we're slugging the chicken nugget to grill

(You something for the food fight)
Get ready, we're coming with the groceries
(Gotta bring food to the fight)
Someone shoulda told ya, it over till it's over

Bring the
Bring the
Bring the