Luyện nghe bài hát Microwave Mayo

Chain smokin beedies til his broken completely
Get back on his feet, work out and eat some
Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't
Had em in the cobra clutch, when he the mad hymn gems
of brats, timbs and hats
Had no time for the pitty pat, I'll give em
The rhythm hit em with a right hook
Shook it off, caught a shiner, thought it was a aight
on the shades, the end of days fades
Pretenders lay in on stages
DOOM
Eat it up, microphone, mayonnaise
His own way was strange but it not
Tuned into a frequency tone that rock
Hold it down Shatner do Spock
Rapper jocks... to put a sock in they chatter box
The got lied to VIAC stock
Folks gather it's no joke like knock knock
It's them, they came to roost y'all
And watch em the game to the rules of foosball
She's too small. Any
Him squeeze blood from a penny in a recession
Keep
It gets than depression
The power of suggestion or sleep, peep the lesson
Dig that
Ripped it with metal fingers and it with big fat feet
And you what they say: cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you be assimilated, but today it's all grey
Metallic wood or stone
Rude like the type of you could write a movie on
Hardcore porn - did his own
Read his own rhymes, and his own blunts
Once... in a while, every other
pop out, Popeye, heavy on the spinach
Steady on his business, and with a ill pitch
Keep some bad bills like Denny Kuci 'nils' nich
No hitch, a shitload of spit and sneeze
Strictly G's up, off the rack of hidden fees
like the gay club strip tease
With hippies on the yip "hey bub grip these"
They for attention
Deemin' at the of a scary demon convention
You could cut the tension wit a
And serve it on a same plate of hors d'oeuvres a witch
Filleted, pursuaded the chamber
To bet her paycheck on a get game of spades
up, no chaser, no layaways
Caution: faint taste of microwave