Luyện nghe bài hát Hey That's Me

It's off the home slice, like a lucky fish.
All I wish is you taste this like a Swedish dish.
the L-A-R-S, H-O double-R I-S...
and I represent CV, and yes I must
I'm back 2003 and the drum pumps.
up, Kris Kross, it's my turn to jump.
See I'm a and I'm balanced,
rocking it Ritchie Valens,
and I'm up to fresh session,
yes I'm up to fresh challenge.
And I'm thinking, and I'm writing,
and I'm rapping, and fighting
all the layers of apathy
up the zone.
Because I'll analyze world,
analyze your head.
I'll readjust your paradigm this microphone.
I was in my '88 south on 101,
with the woofer in the back bumping P.E. one.
Free-styling in a I didn't create,
props to Mel, Chuck D, and all eight
hundred thousand MC's on whose I stand.
I'm just a kid with a plastic jammie in his hand!
See this MC spends his life feeling fine,
but doesn't get off in a straight line.
Fine, time will where he's headed.
It's up to chance, Gretel's path is breaded.
Your criticism? I'm above it! Your BS? Let's glove it!
Take your heroin and it... life you've got to love it.
So get this, steal this, deal this, this away,
I made this song out of my brain and clay.
It helped my brain for a week and a day,
until one day it working like the city of Pompeii.
But it's okay, hey, I roll it home.
Knick knack whack, my sonic range his grown.
Profound like Antoine De Exuperey,
when I rock the chorus of song I say...

"Lars Horris," hey me!
Part Swedish, part Australian, fun boy G.
"Lars Horris," hey me!
I 1430 on my SAT's.
"Lars Horris," hey me!
rock the CoHo like 1-2-3.
"Lars Horris," hey me!
I English and math and biology.

I piss off with my comic in the Daily. "Why's it called '27th Street'?" Man, don't front me.
Jorge Cham might do "PhD," but can he ever try to rock the mike me?
And I'm weird Al, don't attend Cal, D.J.'s my buddy. Who's Mike?
plays bass and I take wedding vows,
to my hip-hop that I'm busting now.
And I satisfy women GER's,
I the destruction of SUV cars.
I think Israel and Palestine get along.
I sampled Nine Inch Nails for song.
And I'm so post-modern, I even exist.
Did you hear P. Diddy?
You got dissed!
the twenty-first century, MC's please,
you're hip-hop when you sample the Bee Gees!
MC's today rap about five things:
narcotics, cars, girls, clothes, and the bling.
Delusions of grandeur in swing,
fascist self and diamond rings.
But if Luther King were alive today,
how would he the decay displayed?
identities, ourselves betrayed,
there's more to rap just getting paid.
And there's more to life than MTV and Pieces,
and when I sit in silence, my love for increases.
It feels great to the plug on the family TV,
and my own niche in society.
And while I freak this beat, you're spoken word,
trying to get your voice heard.
If I know ProTools, I'd be like you
and I just do spoken word if I wanted to.

"Lars Horris," hey me!
You might see me on the street Run-DMC.
"Lars Horris," hey me!
After my BA get my PhD.
"Lars Horris," hey me!
fly like John Donne's "The Flea."
"Lars Horris," hey me!
Rewriting Bronte like Wide Sea.