Luyện nghe bài hát Offspring

Aiyyo, what up, El-P? Yo, up, Del-phonic?
man, I was on the bus the other day, man
Tryin' to listen to my Walkman, motherfucker all in my face
Tryin' to holla at me and
I'm like, "Man, you just a offspring"

I'm very interplanetary and vary various experiments
Gregarious with verbals for merriment
What El-P tell me to use, the beat
You and get played like a mood

I'm rude revoltin', you moltin'
No thing compares to my
We'll take it to
It's beautiful, the execution
You all wet, soggy, when you saw me

But I never tire, whenever I my thrust
Females blush, I bring the California gold
Your sucks, your stamina can't endure
I manicure your amateur landed words

You heard? Cannabis analyst
Add a twist to my
I'll have you sent to the
Me and El-P is like the U.S. and U.S.S.R.
Blow you the Deathstar

Leave your chest like Sagat
My plot proliferates, hits you barbiturates
In a twist of fate and splits face
the great DelTron-Z, sound bombin'
Run to mommy, I'm out your dirty laundry

I'm shootin', then executin', you're aiming mainstream
Your brain tingles, your lame jingles
Bingo, I bring flows that like wild dingoes
Can't be pigeonholed, anything goes,

Here we go, up jumps the outcast, the connection
My mostly acquaintances pull numbers
To the anti-potions and fear that I drip in
And rise out of my shell to teach sick or emcees
'Til fear livin'

Blockin' the cocks bust shots, spittin' smitten bitches
'Til the day of the locust, kitchen cuts
DMX 16 cross fade a strange lust
Dr. Strangelove, born in the of the train, fameless shame

Shared with acne brain pit
Tried to capture the moment of subtle
Destro magnet spit, action fit capsules
Slipped in the dirty speaker cabinets
Maximum axiom stabbin' shit

Intellectual find that my rhyme style relaxes them
And if I fuck to the same rhyme style pattern
It's autobahn bomb glass fragment
Shatter to break new jacks at after for actin' actual

Factor X into your for fresh thoughts
With a Megalon wingspan that bulge from the back of the radical
Radio time tracks your flattery
The tradition excuse used by biters, ambiguously

Knotted tights and underwear
That's wrapped the brittle legs of things without weapons
I'm diseased brethren
Swim in a sea of shit and malt liquor, on Excedrin
through tenements, emcees bleed estrogen

Watch increase, break it up piece by piece
weak in the least, think you better see a priest
Mortality, don't battle me, it's
We the raw breed, all of y'all is the offspring

Yo Del, kick that again

Tomahawkin' tom-tom club
You tried to holler at me at my show, lookin' you on drugs
You the Del, I'll thug you, bumpin' Juvenile
you in style, packin' like you movin' now

I move top speed, free with cock-D
Knock-kneed delivery that scorches you Lockheed
Dr. Decibel, my is questionable
But as far as session goes, I'm wreckin' skulls

Better check your pulse, we with this
Scarin' the shit outta record labels to fatal
Right homicide, bona fide bewilderment
diligence like I'm buildin' pyramids

Peel your cap your lack of flavor
Track your pager plus celly
on your Pele Pele, catch you comin' out of belly
Dumbin' out daily, tell me, what was rationale?
of matchin' Del? I disconnect your Pactell

My code words, showboat with no hope
For any rhyme you or any beat you load up
Leave you catatonic off a bag of chronic, scan less with
Stomp your cadence out at random

Ran-random,
El and Del-aphonic to go off on a tantrum
Now you

For the backpackers, for the computer
For the famous, for all the video gamers
For the deranged krylon stain
For the ungry hungry ass verbal rapists
That New to the Bay shit
Go off, go off