Luyện nghe bài hát Microwave Mayo

Chain smokin beedies til his brain's completely
Get back on his feet, out and eat some Wheaties
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 em that
The hit em back with a right hook
Shook it off, caught a shiner, it was a aight look
on the shades, the end of days fades
Pretenders lay in on stages
DOOM
Eat it up, microphone, microwave
His own way was but it matters not
Tuned into a tone that shattered rock
Hold it down like Shatner do
Rapper jocks... need to put a in they chatter box
The block got lied to stock
Folks gather round it's no like knock knock
It's them, they came home to y'all
And em transform the game to the rules of foosball
too small. Any questions?
Him could squeeze blood from a penny in a
guessin'
It gets deeper than
The power of suggestion or sleep, peep the lesson
Dig beat
Ripped it with metal fingers and stomped it big fat feet
And you know what they cut the hay
is futile, you will be assimilated, but today it's all grey
Metallic or ruby stone
like the type of dude you could write a movie on
Hardcore porn - did his own
Read his own rhymes, and his own blunts
Once... in a while, other minute
Eyes pop out, Popeye, on the spinach
on his business, and ready with a ill pitch
Keep bad bills niche like Denny Kuci 'nils' nich
No hitch, just a shitload of and sneeze
G's stackin up, off the rack of hidden fees
Rappers like the gay club strip
With hippies on the yip sayin "hey bub these"
They for attention
Deemin' at the mention of a scary convention
You could cut the wit a switchblade
And serve it on a same plate of hors d'oeuvres a made
Filleted, pursuaded the chamber
To bet her paycheck on a get naked game of
Straight up, no chaser, no
faint taste of microwave mayonnaise