Luyện nghe bài hát My Rhyme Ain't Done

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

But in my life had I seen green bitches
And when I want they would me three wishes
One was a pound of the blue moon
it up, watch my divine 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
wish number three, my dick they consumed

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

I told the moon bitches I'd see 'em again
And thank you very much for the and the head
They were three moon girls, I every one
That story is over, but my rhyme done

This is how I get where the I get
I went to Harlem so I get some wet
I the dutch out of the bodega
Left a cloud of 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 caked up with [Incomprehensible]
her in the face, yellin' Kent
Dipped cigarette, Masai Bai is on
I'm chewin' on her like nicorette

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

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

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

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

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

I met kid named Bob Skarm, he had a farm
His pops got shot by his brother in the front lawn
So he inherits the land, comes up a master plan
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, me toast, let's roast
I got a four-wheeler, no street will 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, under surveillance, the crop
Run up, [Incomprehensible] got knocked for the lookin' at twenty summers
Six hundred plants, and burnt every one
story is over, but my rhyme ain't done

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

Just a somethin' that we made up
lies 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 hoes and we fucked every one
That story is over, and my is done