Luyện nghe bài hát Microwave Mayo

Chain smokin beedies til his brain's completely
Get on his feet, work out and eat some Wheaties
Greedy for the cheese, please, most fathom
Had em in the clutch, when he spat the mad hymn gems
of brats, timbs and hats
Had no for the pitty pat, I'll give em that
The rhythm hit em back with a right
Shook it off, caught a shiner, thought it was a aight
Depends on the shades, the end of fades
Pretenders lay in on stages
malaise
Eat it up, microphone, microwave
His own way was but it matters not
Tuned into a frequency tone that rock
Hold it like Shatner do Spock
jocks... need to put a sock in they chatter box
The got lied to VIAC stock
Folks gather round it's no joke like knock
them, they came home to roost y'all
And watch em transform the game to the of foosball
She's too small. Any
Him could squeeze from a penny in a recession
guessin'
It gets deeper than
The power of suggestion or sleep, peep the lesson
Dig that
Ripped it with metal fingers and stomped it big fat feet
And you what they say: cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated, but today it's all
Metallic wood or stone
Rude like the of dude you could write a movie on
Hardcore porn - did his own
Read his own rhymes, and split his own
Once... in a while, every minute
Eyes pop out, Popeye, on the spinach
Steady on his business, and ready a ill pitch
Keep some bad bills like Denny Kuci 'nils' nich
No hitch, just a of spit and sneeze
G's stackin up, off the rack of hidden fees
Rappers like the gay club strip
hippies on the yip sayin "hey bub grip these"
They for attention
Deemin' at the mention of a scary demon
You cut the tension 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
up, no chaser, no layaways
Caution: taste of microwave mayonnaise