Luyện nghe bài hát Klap Your Hands

Verse one:

Well uhh, ? ? ? ? is macaroni and
Before I start, I gots ta umm fart, no I gots ta uhh
Not, I gotcha trippin,
Shucks, I'm makin so umm hip-hip-hooray and then some
Cos I'm a powsy wowsy ace coon
So "wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom!"
Drayx up for sure dang, now that I'm
My a-efx'll quote, when the fell down
And i'ma good ship with the
Left town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo
Oki doki, oopsy daisy, cos I'm krayzie that
But the cat got snuffed, or mr.red and his crew
So roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef
Troop, I got the hoolahoop, woop, dooby-doo
boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoop
Oops, I wibble-wobble-wobble-wee I make
But and yippy-yi-yo, yay for dray and......

"klap your now" (x3)

two: skoob

Bon voyage, look out cos umm
I got my socks on, the popcorn, the bubba, yep gum
bum, you think I don't know the time
Well half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass
Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who
Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my
I got the all sniffin, sneezing, yes
Stuffy-head, called for ? ? ? ? and fever, sow you to
Tight rhymes, ? ? ? ? catch the fever for the flavor of a
Or a uzi, be careful who you choose, could a marvin, choose a ship
Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink
And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the miracle
In the morning, as I stand for group check
To back up, I slap up, put you're boo deck
Yep, so the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque
the a is for apple, the j is for 'ja back to book bets'
And then s-k-double on *? mansel? *
So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your

(x3)

Verse three:

Well uhh, doody, abba doozy, it's time
I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy flam
So, heavens-to-betsy, golly wolly, gee
My lickity split got splat, the squat was hot
Oh yeah, dapper doodly do, you know mr. magoo?
You I'm loco, well yo, I'm despicable too
So umm, hi ho and away we go
The lone ranger got pissed and shot in his toes, so
Holy toledo, cowabunga, what
I heard you shot my til *? blow at twins? *
The name farmer's up in me, need no me no more
Cos that soul lock ya stands, I can't stands no
So zippity doo, da day, I gots stuff
See I'm sneaky freaky peaky plus I'm full of nuts
But yo I am enjoyed for the in his chest
So hey, how much could a woodchuck chuck?
If a could chuck, fuck you know the rest
So it, seizin it, seizin it I shall
Cos it's the drayzie wit the books, that's my pal and......

(x3)

Verse skoob

A diggity-cap, my style is ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
I got the mics, the pop, crackle and snap
And all that, me and a gang of ping ping bang
To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny outta
Yo some say I'm brooklyn bomber, say brooklyn boop
But don't consider me as no follower, no runner or no
But rock, a by, rock, a by booboo
Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin,
Can ya, can ya me? checka, checka 1-2
Aiyo, sit sit, shit cos I'm the one who
Kick a in singular, so son, you're used to it
Cos poof the magic dragon, I'll kick a in duplicate
Or triplicate, can't forget my big jaw
Umm, listen everyone as I kick the
letter, crooked letter, i
Crooked letter, letter, I hump back
back, i, you can't touch i
Cos i's gots dem and dem is to make ya......

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