Luyện nghe bài hát Microwave Mayo

Chain beedies til his brain's broken completely
Get on his feet, work out and eat some Wheaties
for the cheese, please, most 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 em that
The rhythm hit em back with a 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
malaise
Eat it up, microphone, mayonnaise
His own way was strange but it not
Tuned into a tone that shattered rock
Hold it down Shatner do Spock
Rapper jocks... to put a sock in they chatter box
The block got to VIAC stock
Folks gather it's no joke like knock knock
them, they came home to roost y'all
And watch em the game to the rules of foosball
She's too small. Any
Him could squeeze blood from a penny in a
Keep
It gets than depression
The power of suggestion awake or sleep, peep the
Dig that
Ripped it with metal and stomped it with big fat feet
And you know they say: cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated, but today it's all
Metallic wood or ruby
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, other minute
Eyes pop out, Popeye, on the spinach
Steady on his business, and ready a ill pitch
Keep some bad bills niche 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 "hey bub grip these"
They screamin for
at the mention of a scary demon convention
You could cut the tension wit a
And serve it on a same plate of 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 microwave