Luyện nghe bài hát My Rhyme Ain't Done

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boots militant, her nose caked up with
Kicked her in the face, Kent
cigarette, Masai Bai is on cassette
I'm chewin' on her nipples nicorette

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

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

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

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

Boo got caught, at the Honeycomb Hideout
The man with the Wheaties was a former out
There ninety-nine cereals, I ate every one
That story is over, but my rhyme 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 with a plan
Put out of B.I., he hands 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 dealers will mega Cage
Won't even leave the state and drop Indelible

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

The tail ends, under surveillance, merc the
Run up, [Incomprehensible] got knocked for the smoke lookin' at twenty
Six hundred plants, and they burnt one
That story is over, but my rhyme done

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

Just a somethin' that we made up
Sick on time, Mighty Mi on the cut
of it is fiction, and some of it fact
Now they love a dumb rap on a heavy drum

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