Luyện nghe bài hát Microwave Mayo

Chain smokin beedies til his broken completely
Get back on his feet, work out and eat some
Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't
Had em in the cobra clutch, when he the mad hymn gems
Collection of brats, timbs and
Had no time for the pitty pat, give em that
The rhythm hit em back with a hook
Shook it off, caught a shiner, thought it was a aight
Depends on the shades, the end of days
Pretenders lay in dazes on
DOOM
Eat it up, microphone, microwave
His own way was strange but it not
Tuned into a frequency tone that shattered
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
them, they came home to roost y'all
And watch em transform the to the rules of foosball
She's too small. Any
Him could squeeze blood from a in a recession
guessin'
It gets than depression
The power of awake or sleep, peep the lesson
Dig that
Ripped it with metal fingers and stomped it with big fat
And you what they say: cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you be assimilated, but today it's all grey
Metallic or ruby stone
Rude like the type of you could write a movie on
porn - did his own stunts
Read his own rhymes, and his own blunts
Once... in a while, every other
Eyes pop out, Popeye, heavy on the
Steady on his business, and ready a ill pitch
Keep some bad bills like Denny Kuci 'nils' nich
No hitch, a shitload of spit and sneeze
Strictly G's stackin up, off the rack of fees
Rappers like the gay club strip
With on the yip sayin "hey bub grip these"
screamin 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 d'oeuvres a witch made
Filleted, the chamber maid
To bet her paycheck on a get naked of spades
up, no chaser, no layaways
Caution: taste of microwave mayonnaise