Luyện nghe bài hát Klap Your Hands

Verse dray

uhh, ? ? ? ? is macaroni and cheese
Before I start, I gots ta umm fart, no I ta uhh sneeze
Not, I trippin, yippity-doo-da-day
Shucks, I'm makin bucks so umm hip-hip-hooray and some
Cos I'm a wowsy ace boom coon
So "wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom!"
Drayx up for sure dang, now that I'm
My a-efx'll quote, the bridge fell down
And i'ma good ship with the
Left town so yiggity-yack, you black
Oki doki, daisy, cos I'm krayzie like that
But it's the cat got snuffed, or mr.red and his
So roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef
Troop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop,
Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper
Oops, I while I make
But hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for 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 it's half-past a 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, for ? ? ? ? and fever, sow you to rest
Tight rhymes, ? ? ? ? catch the for the flavor of a spliff
Or a uzi, be careful who you choose, could a marvin, choose a ship
split, cos flippity-lips can sink ships
And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the whip
In the morning, yawning as I for group check
To back up, I slap up, put you're boo deck
Yep, so what the heck, you rhymes like a cheque
Because the a is for apple, the j is for 'ja back to book
And then s-k-double o-be on *? *
So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your

(x3)

Verse dray

uhh, woopty 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 do, you don't know mr. magoo?
You heard I'm loco, yo, I'm despicable too
So umm, hi ho silver and we go
The ranger got pissed and shot tonto in his toes, so
toledo, cowabunga, what gives
I heard you shot my borough til *? blow at *
The name farmer's up in me, no give me no more
Cos that soul ya stands, I can't stands no more
So doo, da day, woops I gots stuff
See I'm sneaky peaky plus I'm chock full of nuts
But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp in his
So hey, how much wood could a woodchuck
If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you know the
So seizin it, 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 back pop, crackle and
And all that, me and a gang of ping bang zoomer
To freak ya sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers
Yo some say I'm brooklyn bomber, say brooklyn boop
But consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop
But just rock, a by, rock, a by
Let your do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo
Can ya, can ya hear me? checka, 1-2
Aiyo, sit sit, shit cos I'm the one who
Kick a rhyme in singular, so son, you're to it
Cos poof the magic dragon, kick a rhyme in duplicate
Or triplicate, forget my boogaloo big jaw
Umm, listen as I kick the jigsaw
M-i-crooked letter, letter, i
Crooked letter, crooked letter, I back
Hump back, i, you can't i
Cos i's gots dem and dem is to make ya......

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