Luyện nghe bài hát My Rhyme Ain't Done

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

But never in my life had I seen green
And when I want they would grant me 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 moon suit
took me from the pool up to the bedroom
Where number three, my dick they consumed

They hittin' me off so lovely
Now those dainty ladies took it easily
Time flew by, no weed, time to
It's time to get back to Earth at breakneck

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

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

Took a '99 Beetle, on a mystery tour
Your, narrator's pedal the floor
Saw a hardcore, punk bitch yellin', "Fuck the law"
Guzzlin' alcohol, leather and a bra

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

Crashed into a Corvette, eighty
hit the back she went through the glass of the Mercedes
Crushed all her bones, and I hear one
That crime is over, but my rhyme done

Captain Crunch was a of narcotic cereals
And Toucan Sam was his right "Man"
Now Sam was a skimmer, a slinger
Killed Chocula with 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
the hoe to hit the skids, 'cause Trix was for kids

Snap Crackle Pop sellin' Krispies on block
Lucky the is suckin' 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 Honeycomb
The man with the Wheaties was a former out
There ninety-nine cereals, I ate every one
That is over, but my rhyme ain't done

I met this kid Bob Skarm, he had a farm
His pops got shot by his little brother in the 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 a acre, need help with the cultivatin'
Thirty-percent of the gross, hands me toast, let's
I got a four-wheeler, no street will mega Cage
Won't even leave the and drop Indelible weight

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

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

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

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

They were mad hoes and we fucked every one
That story is over, and my rhyme is