Luyện nghe bài hát My Rhyme Ain't Done

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

But never in my had I seen green bitches
And when I want they would grant me wishes
One was a pound of the moon hydro
it up, watch my divine mind blow

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

They me off orally so lovely
Now those dainty ladies they took it
flew by, no weed, time to leave
It's time to get back to Earth at speed

I the moon bitches that 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 ain't done

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

Took a '99 Beetle, on a magical mystery
Your, narrator's pedal hits the
Saw a hardcore, punk bitch yellin', "Fuck the law"
alcohol, leather 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 nipples nicorette

Crashed a Corvette, doin' 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 ain't done

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

Tony the Tiger was his
So anthrax Jacks disguised as Sugar Smacks
To add to that, he was Fruity Pebbles
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 Bear was the one feared most
'Cause he was always known to pack that Cinnamon

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

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

I got a half a acre, help with the cultivatin'
of the gross, hands me toast, let's roast
I got a four-wheeler, no street dealers will mega
Won't even leave the and drop Indelible weight

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

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

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

Just a little 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 dumb rap on a heavy track

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