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 wanna have a with you"

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

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 number three, my they consumed

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

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

This is how I get where the I get
I to Harlem so I could get some wet
I bought the dutch out of the
Left a cloud of black in the air

Took a '99 Beetle, on a magical mystery
Your, narrator's pedal hits the
Saw a hardcore, rave bitch yellin', "Fuck the law"
Guzzlin' alcohol, jacket and a bra

Boots militant, her nose caked up with
Kicked her in the face, yellin'
Dipped cigarette, Masai Bai is on
I'm on her nipples like nicorette

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

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

Tony the was his arch-enemy
So anthrax Apple Jacks disguised as 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 your
the Leprechaun is suckin' up top
My man Sugar Bear was the one they most
'Cause he was always to pack that Cinnamon Toast

Boo Berry got caught, at the Honeycomb
The man the Wheaties was a former wide out
There were ninety-nine cereals, I ate 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 brother in the front lawn
So he inherits the land, comes up a master plan
Put Cuba out of B.I., he me a C.I.

I got a half a acre, need 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

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

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

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

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

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