Luyện nghe bài hát Klap Your Hands

Verse one:

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

"klap your now" (x3)

Verse skoob

Bon voyage, out below cos umm
I got my on, the popcorn, the hubba 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 to my slang
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 who you choose, could choose a marvin, choose a ship
Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink
And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich the miracle whip
In the morning, as I stand for group check
To up, I slap up, r-r-rut put you're boo deck
Yep, so what the heck, you gives like a cheque
Because the a is for apple, the j is for 'ja back to bets'
And then o-be on *? mansel? *
So if ya happy and ya it, klap your hands

(x3)

Verse dray

Well uhh, woopty doody, 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, doodly do, you don't know mr. magoo?
You heard I'm loco, well yo, I'm too
So umm, hi ho and away we go
The lone ranger got and shot tonto in his toes, so
Holy toledo, cowabunga, gives
I heard you shot my til *? blow at twins? *
The name up in me, need no give me no more
Cos soul lock ya stands, I can't stands no more
So zippity doo, da day, woops I stuff
See I'm sneaky freaky peaky plus I'm chock full of
But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp in his
So hey, how much wood could a chuck?
If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you the rest
So it, seizin it, seizin it I shall
Cos it's the krayzie wit the books, that's my pal and......

(x3)

Verse skoob

A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry is ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
I got the mics, the back pop, crackle and
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, some say brooklyn
But consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop
But just rock, a by, rock, a by
Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin,
Can ya, can ya hear me? checka, 1-2
Aiyo, sit sit, shit cos I'm the one who
a rhyme in singular, so son, you're used to it
Cos poof the magic dragon, kick a rhyme in duplicate
Or triplicate, can't forget my big jaw
Umm, listen everyone as I the jigsaw
M-i-crooked letter, letter, i
Crooked letter, crooked letter, I back
Hump back, i, you can't i
Cos i's dem and dem is bound to make ya......

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