Luyện nghe bài hát Microwave Mayo

Chain smokin til his brain's broken completely
Get back on his feet, out and eat some Wheaties
Greedy for the cheese, please, most fathom
Had em in the cobra clutch, when he spat the mad gems
Collection of brats, and hats
Had no time for the pitty pat, give em that
The rhythm hit em with a right hook
Shook it off, caught a shiner, it was a aight look
Depends on the shades, the end of fades
Pretenders lay in dazes on
malaise
Eat it up, microphone, microwave
His own way was strange but it not
into a frequency tone that shattered rock
Hold it like Shatner do Spock
Rapper jocks... need to put a sock in they box
The got lied to VIAC stock
Folks gather round it's no joke like knock
It's them, came home to roost y'all
And watch em transform the game to the of foosball
She's too small. Any
Him could squeeze blood from a in a recession
guessin'
It gets than depression
The power of suggestion awake or sleep, peep the
Dig beat
Ripped it with metal fingers and stomped it with big fat
And you know what they cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you be assimilated, but today it's all grey
Metallic or ruby stone
Rude the type of dude you could write a movie on
Hardcore - did his own stunts
Read his own rhymes, and split his own
Once... in a while, every minute
Eyes pop out, Popeye, on the spinach
on his business, and ready with a ill pitch
Keep some bad bills niche like Denny 'nils' nich
No hitch, a shitload of spit and sneeze
G's stackin up, off the rack of hidden fees
Rappers the gay club strip tease
With on the yip sayin "hey bub grip these"
screamin for attention
Deemin' at the mention of a scary demon
You could cut the tension wit a
And serve it on a same plate of hors d'oeuvres a made
Filleted, the chamber maid
To bet her paycheck on a get naked game of
Straight up, no chaser, no
Caution: faint taste of mayonnaise