Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

My is triple, quadruple, damage for M.C.'s
I make 'em huff 'n puff like for Meineke
Human exhaust, you wanna lost ?
Rhymes plus Exxon ride brains Alain Prost
M.C. clowns, I blaze
I dragwheel skulls, leave with speed 'n dust
All you monkeys, donkeys, junkies
I'm T-rex, 'n my rap just crunch, see
The 'n babble, throw heavy scrabble
Sparkles plus the bubbles plus the flavor Snapple
All you so-called rebels metal cattle
Some got force but I simply tame with saddle
Hunt a stunt like 'Red October', crossin' over
Oops ! scud scrub ? makes pulver
The music hits, fierce it is
Check the brothers in the crowd that
Good

check to mac, and wanna know me
I kick against untamed like wild pony
So holy like tony, attract like Coney
My style man, need no master, flasher
Test a prankster like a Gat much faster
Get the band aid, kid crunch knock
I sport more techniques than Fort Knox
Sort of tool - - automatic on the static
Synthetic - plastic?- you stay with the casket
I throw a style, wants to test it
crazy mega fab, makes your hottie cheer
I M.C. jaws who oughta be chandelier
And drop the litter - on the
The gets stronger
Much
Worldwide you get served stinky cheese
More force than a sexual
So M.C.'s !
Brothers amaze - 'em all in a daze
With the wild blaze
Good

One for your mind now, as I climb now
Step by step now, but Rep now
I write flavor I was Wes Craven
People under my stairs like raven
with beaks wanna croak when spoken to
Some shitty beat, you gotta be jokin' too
The enforcer, rhythm courser
I 'spect you to respect the force, well of course oh !
Don't me the lip
Like he thought that he
I frown on like my name was clint eastwood
You come fronts, stunts 'n poses
I welcome you to my
Like my name was guns 'n
I the sound, you check the sound
You got to be down, you got to be down, like me, Charlie Brown
Saying good