Luyện nghe bài hát Lisa Lipps

Run for the cue

Lisa
Was a Stone, huh
Yeah, wherever she slap slob wasn't
And now she's gone, no sun
Shine she's gone

Hum do a lah, means, What up, Shah?
It's the Mighty Ha Mo' at the bar
after bakee, blunt after blunt
Smoke a bag of buhdah and became bitche's the skunk
Nat King was a merry old soul
Made you move that ab, drop shit from your
Grab a budjock and lick from the glock
You were told to swing off a tree from a
Run up in and Elvis, now I'm gone
on the streets in the heart of P Long
Man oh man lick shots if I to
Submit to me as your and master
the Mighty Ha, I'm a street Bronx, I
Deliver the real like Walter
God I'm a destiny, man
in the rain receive the backhand

Yesterday, my trouble seems so far
So me Wanda, help, help, me Wanda

Be a none beast and the Y, O, G
Make your moon walk, spin grab your ti ty
Hit you in the with the broom to the back
a pair of Balley's and a Mighty Ha hat
Comin the Bronx like KRS One
Electrify the like they shooting stone guns
Rhythem Cru, Violator, Def Jam
Known for tricken lyrics and mad hands
Ahh, don't a uh
Caught for the 17 to the shot
It's the Mighty Ha with the mic and the
My buck naughty what day is it ack?
of situation pops from uptown
You can lick cause I front to be down
Til I lie rep a dollar kickin the Willies to the
Rhythem Blunt Cru, Baby Chris

never ran before
Rain never
Til I met you
And I can't get of your love, babe

What!?
Chim, chim, chiminie chim, chim,
Comin from the top, ah, the Migh ty
Hit you the felony and a misdemeanor
Hit a hundred and I got the spray Alenor
Got mad buttocks, ass cheeks, yo
Got more than a Nicachew pac
I'm the maker, owner, cream of the
Felicha you to the top
I can't seem to get rid of fuckin chickenheads
Word to the mother drop brest fed
You better duck when I draw my 8 luger
that ass quickie, better skin bag of booty

What on ya heard?