Luyện nghe bài hát No Names (Black Debbie)

Well, Debbie thinks is all about her biological clock
And I stopped screaming long to tell you that?
Huh, no, no, no, no, no, the other Debbie, Debbie, the

Oh, you mean Debbie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, why is she Debbie?
No, not in a bad way
It's to tell them apart because she's black

True, Doom rolled on through with a whole
stole on you for holding old brew, who told you?
Even if it's crap, your own business
They ain't got no gift like a lonely Christmas

Real phony with beats that's fresh
How they manage to deal is anybody's
Yours is as good as mine, she's fine
From the hood where you squeeze your nine off the free cheese

All you saw was a, do a line
To where she stood and the Nehi Grape, the sweet kind
Circle you, by design
Behind swingin' bring it back, come, rewind

Uh, me, boo
She stuck out her tongue, it was number two
FDA approved, played it smoother a doo rag
What a brother gotta do to get a taste a of you, bagged?

And he mean coach
Then she saw the mask, acted like she a roach
The shine reflect colors like your CDs
love to others, we all brothers like the Bee Gees

All, except the and you
Hold your applause, they break God's and who pays?
The that's who
Catch a rapper by his toe and smack off his

That's gonna a bruise
Leave 'em grievin' like believin' in the Evening News
They be eatin' glue
Heave it all and we even Steven Sue

Sprinkle lyrics like seasoning stew
And sneezin' all in it breathin' in the flu
Get a clue, his reasoning is
As to all the feverin' and up goo

Either that or
Leave your girl around man whore and she's too screwed
Just in case she's in a 'What you do' mood
Bring plate to the Metal Face and get your food chewed

Tastes like
He wastes no time like the bass line in
Or like a lace eye with you through thick and
Raw humor, pie to a frickin' chin

New Yorkin', a hell of a town
your words wisely from the Boogie Down to Chinatown
Or be with a hole in your designer gown
In the role of opinion, it earned a minor frown

If you think slick, you might, could wish
But uh, as a few good men set sights to link your chick
You have to find a new hen, fight to your liq'
Ten years later, see how Enzyte'll your wallet

As you in a sorrow pit
Cheers, is that beer, kid?
Then swallow it or get by the Sandman or some Apollo
so weird, his own peers couldn't follow it

On the phone, he like a real paid
Then we met in person, he was shades blacker
That's why he saved money over and chain dames
We all the same, no names

I'm as as him
I got Ph.Ds in four scientific disciplines

Why do you think they me Dr. Quinn?
Um, I just thought was a nickname
You know, Dr. Dre, Eastside!