Luyện nghe bài hát Klap Your Hands

Verse one:

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

"klap your now" (x3)

Verse 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
it's half-past 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, ? ? ? ? the fever for the flavor of a spliff
Or a uzi, be careful who you choose, choose a marvin, choose a ship
Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink
And yo, a sandwich isn't a without the miracle whip
In the morning, yawning as I for group check
To up, I slap up, r-r-rut put you're boo deck
Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes a cheque
Because the a is for apple, the j is for 'ja back to book
And then s-k-double on *? mansel? *
So if ya happy and ya it, klap your hands

(x3)

Verse three:

Well uhh, doody, abba doozy, it's time
I'm on the yabber dabber, scrabber, shimmy sham flam
So, heavens-to-betsy, wolly, gee whiz
My lickity split got splat, the squat was hot
Oh yeah, dapper doodly do, you don't know mr.
You I'm loco, well yo, I'm despicable too
So umm, hi ho silver and we go
The ranger got pissed and shot tonto in his toes, so
Holy toledo, cowabunga, gives
I heard you shot my borough til *? blow at *
The farmer's up in me, need no give me no more
Cos that soul lock ya stands, I can't no more
So zippity doo, da day, woops I stuff
See I'm sneaky freaky peaky plus I'm chock of nuts
But yo I am for the clamp 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 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 bang zoomer
To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock granny outta roomers
Yo some say I'm brooklyn bomber, some say brooklyn
But don't me as no follower, no runner or no poop
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 rhyme in singular, so son, used to it
Cos poof the magic dragon, I'll a rhyme in duplicate
Or triplicate, forget my boogaloo big jaw
Umm, listen everyone as I the jigsaw
letter, crooked letter, i
Crooked letter, crooked letter, I hump
Hump back, i, you touch i
Cos i's gots dem and dem is to make ya......

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