Luyện nghe bài hát Number One

Back when Andre the giant, mister tusk,
Fix must, youll just be another one bit the dust.
Just one of, my son who got thrown under the bus.
Kiss my butt, Lick frumunda from under my nuts.
It disgusts, me to see the the way that it looks.
Its a must, I redeem my n' haters get mushed.
Bitch-s lust, Man they me when I lay in the cut.
Fist the cut, The lady give her eighty paper cut.
Now picture us, Its ridiculous you at the thought,
Cuz when I spit the verse the gets worse then Worcestershure sauce.
If I could fit the words as picture perfect, every time.
Every verse, line, as simple as nursery rhymes.
Its elementary, The have entered the room.
I venture to say we're the of attention its true.
Not to mention with a vengeance so heres the signal,
Of the bat symbol, The trios back on you hoes.