Luyện nghe bài hát OMC

"Oh, mc, won't you for me one time..."
To the and the bros, to the pimps and the hoes,
cheap to the front row!
"Oh, mc, you rhyme for me one time..."
To the kids in the Polo, to the nasty-ass
welcome to the mc show!

Okay, you want a rhyme, how you like it cooked?
I serve it well, you can check the record books.
You can check my sales, not bad for an Indie.
Want square beef, go eat at Wendy's.
Now are trendy, they call it Geek Chic.
never noticed, they were on their PCs.
Never mind a pill, you ill will get deep freezed,
now up for a second - mc can't breathe!
HUUUHHH! Okay, I'm back, I have left you.
I'm Max on the tracks, I need some Headroom.
Allergic to my deaf tunes like were legumes;
in the distance, be limbless sayin', "Just a flesh wound!"
Sometimes I rhyme fast, I drink quick.
If this was gym class, I'd be the picked,
but it's a rap record, a new jam fix.
Wait 'til the fans get hands on this shit.

"Oh, mc, won't you for me one time..."
To the chicks and the bros, to the and the hoes,
cheap to the front row!
"Oh, mc, won't you for me one time..."
To the kids in the Polo, to the hobos;
welcome to the mc show!

Are you lost and alone like a lonely little
We fit like soap in a soap dish.
I know you think that hopeless.
Well, let me fill you up a cup of hot dopeness.
Kids, they quote Chris. Think I know this?
Check the flow, bitch, you to get to know kitsch.
If the niche fits, kids foamin' conniption,
stick 'cause a nine to five's for dipshits.
Ends with interest than a Chipwich,
to ya ribs like barbecue beef brisket.
Visit for a minute, get like I'm Bisquick.
Leave the ladies horny, the dogs little lipsticks.
the hip shit.
Let your and spirit fly into the mystic.
Every song's on your wishlist. Every mcchristmas.
Now can I get a

"Oh, mc, you rhyme for me one time..."
To the chicks and the bros, to the and the hoes,
cheap seats to the row!
"Oh, mc, you rhyme for me one time..."
To the kids in the Polo, to the nasty-ass
to the mc chris show!