Luyện nghe bài hát Microwave Mayo

Chain beedies til his brain's broken completely
Get back on his feet, out and eat some Wheaties
Greedy for the cheese, please, couldn't fathom
Had em in the cobra clutch, when he the mad hymn gems
Collection of brats, 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 look
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 like do Spock
jocks... need to put a sock in they chatter box
The block got lied to VIAC
Folks round it's no joke like knock knock
It's them, came home to roost y'all
And em transform the game to the rules of foosball
too small. Any questions?
Him squeeze blood from a penny in a recession
guessin'
It gets than depression
The power of awake or sleep, peep the lesson
Dig that
Ripped it metal fingers and stomped it with big fat feet
And you what they say: cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated, but it's all grey
Metallic wood or ruby
Rude like the type of dude you could a movie on
Hardcore - did his own stunts
Read his own rhymes, and split his own
Once... in a while, every other
Eyes pop out, Popeye, on the spinach
Steady on his business, and ready with a ill
some bad bills niche like Denny Kuci 'nils' nich
No hitch, just a of spit and sneeze
Strictly G's stackin up, off the rack of fees
Rappers like the gay club tease
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 a witch made
Filleted, pursuaded the maid
To bet her paycheck on a get naked of spades
up, no chaser, no layaways
Caution: faint taste of mayonnaise