Luyện nghe bài hát Klap Your Hands

Verse one:

Well uhh, ? ? ? ? is 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 and then some
Cos I'm a powsy wowsy ace boom
So "wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom!"
up for sure dang, now that I'm flexed
My quote, when the bridge fell down
And i'ma ship with the lollipop
town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black
Oki doki, oopsy daisy, cos I'm krayzie 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 wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I
But hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for and......

"klap your now" (x3)

two: skoob

Bon voyage, out below cos umm
I got my socks on, the popcorn, the bubba, yep gum
Skippity bum, you think I don't the time
Well it's half-past a cow's ass and I'm a 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 choose a marvin, choose a
Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can ships
And yo, a isn't a snadwich without the miracle whip
In the morning, as I stand for group check
To back up, I slap up, r-r-rut put you're boo
Yep, so what the heck, you rhymes like a cheque
Because the a is for apple, the j is for 'ja to book bets'
And s-k-double o-be on *? mansel? *
So if ya and ya know it, klap your hands

(x3)

Verse dray

Well uhh, doody, abba doozy, it's time
I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy flam
So, heavens-to-betsy, wolly, gee whiz
My lickity split got splat, the squat was hot
Oh yeah, doodly 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 lone ranger got pissed and tonto 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 lock ya stands, I can't stands no more
So zippity doo, da day, woops I stuff
See I'm sneaky freaky plus I'm chock full of nuts
But yo I am enjoyed for the in his chest
So hey, how much wood could a chuck?
If a woodchuck chuck, fuck you know the rest
So seizin it, 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 sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers
Yo say I'm brooklyn bomber, some 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 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, I'll a rhyme in duplicate
Or triplicate, can't my boogaloo big jaw
Umm, listen as I kick the jigsaw
letter, crooked letter, i
Crooked letter, crooked letter, I back
Hump back, i, you can't i
Cos i's gots dem and dem is bound to ya......

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