Luyện nghe bài hát Lisa Lipps

Run for the cue

Lisa
Was a Stone, huh
Yeah, wherever she slob wasn't home
And now gone, ain't no sun
meaning 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 bitche's with the skunk
Nat King Cole was a merry old
Made you move ab, drop shit from your whole
Grab a and lick shot from the glock
You were to swing off a tree from a jump
Run up in attics and Elvis, now I'm
Back on the streets in the heart of P
Man oh man lick if I have to
Submit to me as your and master
It's the Mighty Ha, I'm a Bronx, I
Deliver the real like Chronkite
God I'm a destiny, man
Devil's in the rain the backhand

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

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

Ponies ran before
Rain fell
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 with the and a misdemeanor
Hit a hundred 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 seem to get rid of these fuckin chickenheads
Word to the mother drop brest fed
You better duck down when I my 8 luger
Scoop that ass quickie, better bag of booty

What goes on ya