Luyện nghe bài hát Hijack

call it a rebound of a hip hop devout, got my heat out, feel alright like it is
night and says, "yo, let's eat it out." that's what I be 'bout. on the mike is where
I be now, indeed now. good for you and to chew, like a big bowl of puppy chow. see
how, I get up on the mike and I can excite. You may call it tripe, just spite, I
know my tight. psych, it's like, when I was just just a tyke on my trike and all
the big kids would flip lids on their bmx bikes. go take a hike, and don't the
trail mix bitch. beats I know from a casio, so call me chris. as in mc, envy, I be
on the top of the list. you try to diss I won't resist, feel the kiss of my fist.
I never miss. You're gonna need a first aid kit, your whack ass rhymes like it be
a cancerous cyst. you can't deny your ass behind be so movin' to this. mc chris hold
down his like he was holding bong hits.

chorus - like mahatma followed by a horde of hotties or the feds on the trail of a
mr. john gotti, I'm a sound wave tsunami, vocal origami, hijack the and it's not
like anyone can me.

it's like arithmatic, the way I make it stick, some say it's gibberish, some say silly
shit. but some people pay a cover charge to listen to it, some people take the path
to jersey for it. ladies! in the corner with your on your hip, make you jump so high
that the record will skip. make you feel so that the room starts to spin. my favorite
nut is a macadamian. come on all you honeys, I am beggin to begin, I say I gotta get
the get the grand, gotta get within, gotta get cream than wisconsin, honeyroom suite
at the sheridan, bath tub full of expensive gin, lots of candles and violins, made
of diamonds, honeys me to break their hymens.

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