Luyện nghe bài hát OMC

"Oh, mc, you rhyme for me one time..."
To the and the bros, to the pimps and the hoes,
cheap seats to the row!
"Oh, mc, you rhyme for me one time..."
To the kids in the Polo, to the hobos;
to the mc chris show!

Okay, you want a rhyme, how would you like it
I only it well, you can check the record books.
You can my record 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 a chill pill, you ill will get deep freezed,
now hold up for a second - mc breathe!
HUUUHHH! Okay, I'm back, I shouldn't left you.
I'm Max on the tracks, I might need Headroom.
to my deaf tunes like they were legumes;
in the distance, be limbless sayin', "Just a flesh wound!"
Sometimes I fast, sometimes I drink quick.
If this was gym class, I'd be the picked,
but a rap record, a brand new jam fix.
Wait 'til the fans get hands on this shit.

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

Are you and alone like a lonely little goldfish?
We fit like soap in a soap dish.
I know you that it's hopeless.
Well, let me fill you up a cup of hot dopeness.
Kids, they quote Chris. I don't know this?
the flow, bitch, you need to get to know kitsch.
If the niche fits, kids foamin' conniption,
better stick 'cause a to five's for dipshits.
with interest sweeter than a Chipwich,
stick to ya like barbecue beef brisket.
Visit for a minute, get like I'm Bisquick.
the ladies horny, give the dogs little lipsticks.
the hip shit.
Let your soul and spirit fly 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,
seats to the front row!
"Oh, mc, won't you for me one time..."
To the in the Polo, to the nasty-ass hobos;
to the mc chris show!