Luyện nghe bài hát Microwave Mayo

Chain smokin beedies til his broken completely
Get back on his feet, work out and eat Wheaties
Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't
Had em in the cobra clutch, when he spat the mad hymn
Collection of brats, timbs and
Had no time for the pat, I'll give em that
The rhythm hit em back with a hook
Shook it off, caught a shiner, thought it was a aight
Depends on the shades, the end of fades
lay in dazes on stages
DOOM
Eat it up, microphone, microwave
His own way was strange but it not
Tuned a frequency 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 VIAC
Folks gather it's no joke like knock knock
It's them, they came home to y'all
And watch em transform the game to the of foosball
too small. Any questions?
Him could squeeze blood from a penny in a
guessin'
It deeper than depression
The power of suggestion awake or sleep, peep the
Dig that
Ripped it with metal fingers and stomped it big fat feet
And you know what they cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated, but today all grey
Metallic wood or stone
Rude like the type of dude you could a movie on
porn - did his own stunts
Read his own rhymes, and split his own
Once... in a while, other minute
Eyes pop out, Popeye, heavy on the
Steady on his business, and ready with a ill
Keep some bad bills niche like Denny 'nils' nich
No hitch, just a of spit and sneeze
Strictly G's stackin up, off the of hidden fees
Rappers like the gay strip tease
With on the yip sayin "hey bub grip these"
screamin for attention
Deemin' at the mention of a demon convention
You could cut the wit a switchblade
And serve it on a same of hors d'oeuvres a witch made
Filleted, pursuaded the maid
To bet her paycheck on a get game of spades
up, no chaser, no layaways
Caution: faint taste of mayonnaise