Luyện nghe bài hát My Rhyme Ain't Done

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

But in my life had I seen green bitches
And I want they would grant me three wishes
One was a of the blue moon hydro
Twistin' it up, watch my mind blow

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

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

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

is how I get where the fuck I get
I to Harlem 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, narrator's hits the floor
Saw a hardcore, punk bitch yellin', "Fuck the law"
Guzzlin' alcohol, jacket and a bra

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

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

Crunch was a slanger of narcotic cereals
And Toucan Sam was his right "Man"
Now Sam was a skimmer, a mini-wheat
Count Chocula with the snap of his finger

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

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

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

I met this kid named Bob Skarm, he had a
His pops got shot by his little in the front lawn
So he inherits the land, comes up with a plan
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 leave the state and drop Indelible weight

Pushed the plow, from here to Moscow, where do I start
Burn the crops if you see cops call 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 hundred plants, and they burnt one
That story is over, but my rhyme done

Now tell you what the fuck this means
From nine one four L.E.S. and
Two technicians that came to play
one Smut Peddler, Eon and Cage

Just a little somethin' that we up
lies on time, Mighty Mi on the cut
Some of it is fiction, and of it fact
Now they love a dumb rap on a drum track

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