Luyện nghe bài hát My Rhyme Ain't Done

One day I launched a up into the moon
And landed on a in a blue lagoon
Three girls in the nude, in the pool had room
Screamin', "Starbuck we wanna have a with you"

But never in my life had I green bitches
And when I want they grant me three wishes
One was a pound of the blue moon
Twistin' it up, watch my mind blow

Two was a pair, of boots
With a space helmet, and a Nike moon
They took me from the pool up to the
Where wish number three, my dick they

They hittin' me off orally so
Now those dainty ladies they it easily
Time flew by, no weed, to leave
It's to get back to Earth at breakneck speed

I told the moon that I'd see 'em again
And you very much for the weed and the head
They were three moon girls, I every one
That is over, but my rhyme ain't done

is how I get where the fuck I get
I went to Harlem so I could get wet
I bought the out of the bodega
Left a of black smoke in the air

a '99 Beetle, on a magical mystery tour
Your, pedal hits the floor
Saw a hardcore, punk rave yellin', "Fuck the law"
Guzzlin' alcohol, leather and a bra

Boots militant, her nose up with [Incomprehensible]
her in the face, yellin' Kent
Dipped cigarette, Bai is on cassette
I'm chewin' on her nipples nicorette

Crashed into a Corvette, doin'
Face hit the back she went the glass of the Mercedes
all her bones, and I hear every one
That crime is over, but my rhyme ain't

Captain Crunch was a of narcotic cereals
And Sam was his right hand "Man"
Now Sam was a skimmer, a mini-wheat
Killed Count Chocula the snap of his finger

the Tiger was his arch-enemy
So anthrax Apple disguised as Sugar Smacks
To add to that, he was Fruity Pebbles
Told the hoe to hit the skids, Trix was for kids

Snap Pop sellin' Krispies on your block
Lucky the is suckin' up top
My man Sugar Bear was the one they most
'Cause he was always known to pack that Toast

Boo got caught, at the Honeycomb Hideout
The man the Wheaties was a former wide out
There ninety-nine cereals, I ate every one
That story is over, but my rhyme done

I met this kid Bob Skarm, he had a farm
His pops got shot by his little in the front lawn
So he inherits the land, comes up with a master
Put out of B.I., he hands me a C.I.

I got a half a acre, help with the cultivatin'
Thirty-percent of the gross, hands me toast, roast
I got a four-wheeler, no dealers will mega Cage
Won't even the state and drop Indelible weight

Pushed the plow, from here to Moscow, do I start now?
Burn the crops if you see call blaow blaow
I got it, whippin' the blotted
Before the first harvest in the corn Cage spotted

The ends, under surveillance, merc the crop
Run up, got knocked for the smoke lookin' at twenty summers
Six hundred plants, and they every one
That is over, but my rhyme ain't done

Now I'ma tell you what the this means
nine one four L.E.S. and Queens
Two lyrical that came to play
Number one Smut Peddler, Eon and

Just a little somethin' we made up
Sick on time, Mighty Mi on the cut
Some of it is fiction, and some of it
Now they love a rap on a heavy drum track

They were mad fuckin' hoes and we every one
That is over, and my rhyme is done