Luyện nghe bài hát Microwave Mayo

Chain smokin beedies til his brain's completely
Get back on his feet, out and eat some Wheaties
Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't
Had em in the cobra clutch, when he the mad hymn gems
Collection of brats, and hats
Had no for the pitty 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
on the shades, the end of days fades
Pretenders lay in dazes on
malaise
Eat it up, microphone, mayonnaise
His own way was strange but it not
Tuned into a frequency that shattered rock
Hold it down like 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, came home to roost y'all
And watch em transform the to the rules of foosball
She's too small. Any
Him squeeze blood from a penny in a recession
guessin'
It gets deeper than
The power of suggestion awake or sleep, peep the
Dig beat
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 all grey
Metallic wood or ruby
Rude like the of dude you could write a movie on
porn - did his own stunts
Read his own rhymes, and his own blunts
Once... in a while, other minute
pop out, Popeye, heavy on the spinach
Steady on his business, and with a ill pitch
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
like the gay club strip tease
With hippies on the yip "hey bub grip these"
They screamin for
Deemin' at the mention of a demon convention
You could cut the tension wit a
And serve it on a same plate of d'oeuvres a witch made
Filleted, the chamber maid
To bet her on a get naked game of spades
up, no chaser, no layaways
Caution: faint of microwave mayonnaise