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
Shine she's gone

Hum do a lah, that means, What up,
It's the Mighty Ha Mo' at the bar
Bakee after bakee, after blunt
a bag of buhdah and became bitche's with the skunk
Nat Cole was a merry old soul
Made you move that ab, drop shit your whole
Grab a budjock and lick shot from the
You told 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 shots if I have to
to me as your lord 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 receive the

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

Be a none known and the Y, O, G
Make your moon walk, spin walk grab ti ty
Hit you in the with the broom to the back
Sport a of Balley's and a Mighty Ha hat
Comin the Bronx like KRS One
the crowd like they shooting stone guns
Rhythem Cru, Violator, Def Jam
Known for tricken and smackin mad hands
Ahh, give a uh
Caught for the 17 to the shot
the Mighty Ha with the mic and the glock
My style's naughty what day is it ack?
Type of situation pops uptown
You can lick balls cause I front to be
Til I lie rep a dollar the Willies to the Hiedy
Rhythem Blunt Cru, Baby Lighty

Ponies ran before
Rain fell
Til I met you
And I can't get enough of your love,

What!?
Chim, chim, chim, chim, che-ree
from the top, ah, it's 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 charges than a Nicachew 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 drop dead brest fed
You better duck down when I my 8 luger
Scoop ass quickie, better skin bag of booty

goes on ya heard?