Luyện nghe bài hát La-Di Da-Di

To all the stupid people and the
You are about to witness something you've witnessed before this
but ladies and gentlemen Kenny Muhammad and his lucky two of Little Jimmy
(impossible to this part)
in the place to be we're gonna show you how to do it for the 2005
kicking it, and are you sick all the mothers like in their
because we need to continue to rock stop his cold to minimize the scene
cutting out all the lyrical because we know how to up-upload it
this is a Paul mix man we all wish underworld set this no moment
and ya'll know us when we run into something like this

La-di-da-di we likes to party-party
We always causing trouble-trouble bothering
We are just just men up on the mic
When-when we grab the pitch, YO WE GRAB THAT SHIT
all-a-y'all who's going to Hell
Just keep on and enjoy yourself
'Cause cool when you cause a cozy-conditionin'
what we create, because that be our mission
So listen to what we say
(WHAT) this type of shit happens every day (WHAT)
this type of shit happens DAY (WHAT)
THIS TYPE OF SHIT EVERY DAY

I woke up AROUND two in the
Did a lot of COKE, strechin',
Went into the BATHROOM to UP
Put the on my face and my hand on my crotch
Said, on-on the wall, who be that top-choice of-of them all?
was a rubble-rubble-dubble
Five it lasted. The mirror said...

You are you bastard!
Well that's true, that's why we never no beef
And so I washed off the soap and the gold teeth
Change my clothes, my hair
I busted out the brand new Gucci
And for all the little that I might take home, we have
The Johnson's baby powder and the Polo
Fresh dressed like a dolla's
I wore the tops and pop the flat colla'
Stepped out the crib, short
Ahhh, shit, God damn
SHIT I MY FUCKING CANGO

Dammy-dilly-dally, me run into an
Got me busted into me old girl Shaniqua the valley, (uhh-huhh)
God bitch played hard to get
So I said, what's up girl, you like shit
Don't cry, dry eye
tells her momma, you all better hide tonight
Because her mom up from behind
Hit her in the FACE, her in the EYE
Punched her in the BELLY, on her FEET
Slammed the on the hard concrete
Oohhhh BITCH was STRONG, momma's
Something seemed WRONG, now is going on
I tried to it up, I said, stop it, leave her
She said, if I can't have you, she eitherrrrrrrrr

She grabbed me hard, my cock
I broke out like I had the pox
Momma gave chase, she caught us
She put her fucking finger in the of Little Jimmy and said,
Why you give me some play
Stop avoiding me you is gay
I wet my pants you say
Oohhh bitches love me cause know that I can (beat box)
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, you see
Sometimes your words hypnotize me
I love your faggy ways, I guess that's why you're getting laid
Oohh on and on and on and on and... (WORD) (SHAKA-ZULU)

I said, (PLAYED OUT) I'm gonna give her a
I said, you have me, I'm too young for you miss
She said, no you are not, then she starts
I said, I'm 18 and she stop lying
Seriously, go ask my
And your wrinkled pussy, you can't be my loverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
POW

Okay people, we're talking Kenny Muhammad
The Human Orchestra, I'm not ya know
wicked, he's livin', he's vibin'
With the verbal beatery
Beatbox criminal, top of his
That's a little special for your Mindless CD