Luyện nghe bài hát Lisa Lipps

Run for the cue

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

Hum do a lah, that means, 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 Cole was a merry old
Made you that ab, drop shit from your whole
Grab a and lick shot from the glock
You told to swing off a tree from a jump
Run up in and Elvis, now I'm gone
Back on the streets in the heart of P
Man oh man lick shots if I to
Submit to me as your lord and
the Mighty Ha, I'm a street Bronx, I
Deliver the like Walter Chronkite
God I'm a destiny, man
Devil's in the rain receive the

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

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

never ran before
Rain never
Til I met you
And I get enough of your love, babe

What!?
Chim, chim, chim, chim, che-ree
from the top, ah, it's the Migh ty
Hit you with the felony and a
Hit a push-ups and I got the spray Alenor
Got mad buttocks, ass cheeks, yo
Got more charges than a pac
I'm the maker, owner, cream of the
you erection to the top
I can't seem to get rid of these fuckin
to the mother drop dead brest fed
You better down when I draw my 8 luger
that ass quickie, better skin bag of booty

What goes on ya