Luyện nghe bài hát Microwave Mayo

Chain beedies til his brain's broken completely
Get back on his feet, work out and eat Wheaties
Greedy for the cheese, please, couldn't fathom
Had em in the cobra clutch, when he spat the mad hymn
Collection of brats, timbs and
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, it was a aight look
Depends on the shades, the end of fades
Pretenders lay in on stages
malaise
Eat it up, microphone, mayonnaise
His own way was strange but it not
Tuned into a tone that shattered rock
it down like Shatner do Spock
Rapper jocks... need to put a in they chatter box
The block got lied to stock
Folks gather round it's no joke knock knock
It's them, they came home to roost
And watch em transform the game to the rules of
She's too small. Any
Him could blood from a penny in a recession
Keep
It gets than depression
The power of suggestion awake or sleep, the lesson
Dig that
Ripped it with metal fingers and stomped it with big fat
And you know what say: cut the hay
is futile, you will 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
his own rhymes, and split his own blunts
Once... in a while, other minute
pop out, Popeye, heavy on the spinach
Steady on his business, and ready with a ill
Keep some bad bills niche like Denny Kuci nich
No hitch, just a of spit and sneeze
G's stackin up, off the rack of hidden fees
Rappers like the gay strip tease
With on the yip sayin "hey bub grip these"
They screamin for
Deemin' at the mention of a scary convention
You cut the tension wit a switchblade
And serve it on a same plate of hors d'oeuvres a made
Filleted, the chamber maid
To bet her paycheck on a get naked of spades
Straight up, no chaser, no
Caution: faint taste of microwave