Luyện nghe bài hát Humrush

Bert, is you?
Ahh, an empty place, oh, I it
A perfect place to practice the exciting art of

Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum
Hum along, if you can't sing you hum along
Hum along, if you can't along, hum along
Yeah, hum along with Zev X

Very this thing
Coming and drumming, there's hummingbirds wings
And feathers of the same, so we flock
Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch
Mic, to like an entire stadium
With my to aid me, so we'll play, if you pay me some

Beats sound fickle, rented sounds sickenin'
To those with no soul, as I roll with my
Bugle boy, bugle boy, your own horn
Frugal won't endure, as the talents was
Minus, the Jim jinkle Hammerschitt

His name, ain't my name, 'cause X ain't shit
I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip lip
Z L be rippin', out rip
No, no, no, shake your hip or rump
Forget about I'm sayin', pump your fist to the drum and

Hum along, if you sing along, hum along
Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum
Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum
Hum the Birthstone Kid

You could have sworn I was a A Penn Station pennybegger
I gots more songs than your bootlegger
hard like a forty deuce on a hooker
Cuter Booker, a real good looker

Yeah, a brown man is gettin' and
To this funky sound and you'll it out, so plops the sound man
I'm just the beats kickers kickin' lingo
'Til my payday, if rap was soccer, I'd be Pele

Scorin' hard, I eat no porkchops or
So in me becaue you trust in God
The Lord, bet I proves, just for this man
'Cause the bills stay paid from mic within my hand

I'm not your everyday cotton pickin' or bailin' hay
Hoe brother who likes to eat chicken
Anyway, hum along as the drummer drums along
This I along, not to sing along, but just to

Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum
Hum along, if you sing along, hum along
Ya hum along, if you can't along ya hum along
Hum the one Subroc

Hurry, hurry, hurry, step right up and sing it
So bring it back and forth, just to it
a voom to a hum, can get smooth
So I choose to slow, to amuse

To the apex, I from L I Strong
To the car new age, to rip raw
Need no rehease, I bust fat galore
Self Universal Born Cypher Cee no more, hear no more
Can no more, huh, I fear less or I

I toss or throw it up and it drop, I'm forced to blow it up
Give a little, take a little, or fake a little
Pause, you wanna counterfeit the ain't havin' it
All your hopes cease, so closely, hush
I wrote boastin' note, you can't stop the

Bow, blowin up, one eight, X plus
And this is how we kicks it, for eighty
is for the God's, the God's, the God's, yeah, you don't stop, heh