Luyện nghe bài hát Klap Your Hands

Verse one:

uhh, ? ? ? ? is macaroni and cheese
Before I start, I gots ta umm fart, no I gots ta uhh
Not, I trippin, yippity-doo-da-day
Shucks, I'm makin bucks so umm hip-hip-hooray and then
Cos I'm a powsy ace boom coon
So "wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom!"
up for sure dang, now that I'm flexed
My a-efx'll quote, the bridge fell down
And i'ma good ship the lollipop
town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black
Oki doki, oopsy daisy, cos I'm like that
But the cat got snuffed, or mr.red and his crew
So roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya beef stew
Troop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop,
Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the scoop
Oops, I while I make
But hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for and......

"klap hands now" (x3)

two: 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 it's a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass
Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who
Abra-cadabra, crickets, set the wrists to my slang
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 ships
And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the whip
In the morning, as I stand for group check
To back up, I slap up, r-r-rut put boo deck
Yep, so the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque
Because the a is for apple, the j is for 'ja to book bets'
And then o-be on *? mansel? *
So if ya happy and ya know it, klap hands

(x3)

Verse three:

Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, time
I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy flam
So, heavens-to-betsy, golly wolly, gee
My split got splat, the diddly 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 silver and we go
The lone ranger got pissed and 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 lock ya stands, I stands no more
So zippity doo, da day, woops I gots
See I'm sneaky freaky peaky plus I'm chock of nuts
But yo I am enjoyed for the in his chest
So hey, how much wood a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you 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 four:

A diggity-cap, my style is ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
I got the mics, the back pop, and snap
And all that, me and a gang of ping ping bang
To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny roomers
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 do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo
Can ya, can ya me? checka, checka 1-2
Aiyo, sit booboo sit, 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, can't forget my big jaw
Umm, listen everyone as I the jigsaw
letter, crooked letter, i
Crooked letter, letter, I hump back
back, i, you can't touch i
Cos i's dem and dem is bound to make ya......

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