Luyện nghe bài hát My Rhyme Ain't Done

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

But never in my life had I seen bitches
And when I want they would grant me three
One was a of the blue moon hydro
Twistin' it up, watch my divine mind

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

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

I the moon bitches that I'd see 'em again
And thank you very for the weed and the head
They were three moon girls, I fucked one
That story is over, but my rhyme ain't

This is how I get the fuck I get
I went to so I could get some wet
I bought the out of the bodega
a cloud of black smoke in the air

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

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

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

Captain was a slanger of narcotic cereals
And Sam was his right hand "Man"
Now Sam was a skimmer, a slinger
Killed Count Chocula the snap of his finger

Tony the Tiger was his
So anthrax Apple disguised as Sugar Smacks
To add to that, he was flippin' Fruity
Told the hoe to hit the skids, Trix was for kids

Snap Crackle Pop Krispies on your block
Lucky the Leprechaun is up top
My man Sugar was the one they feared most
'Cause he was always known to pack that Cinnamon

Boo Berry got caught, at the Hideout
The man with the Wheaties was a former out
There ninety-nine cereals, I ate every one
That story is over, but my rhyme ain't

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

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

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

The tail ends, surveillance, merc the crop
Run up, [Incomprehensible] got knocked for the lookin' at twenty summers
Six plants, and they burnt every one
That story is over, but my rhyme done

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

Just a little that we made up
Sick lies on time, Mi on the cut
Some of it is fiction, and some of it
Now they love a dumb rap on a heavy track

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