Luyện nghe bài hát One Beer

I get no kick champagne
alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be
I get a out of brew

There is only one beer
screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
Tempt me, do a on the label
Eat up all their MC's and drink 'em the table

Like it's on me, put it on my tab, kid, however you get
Foot it, cab it, iron it, you leaving on your face forfeit
I crush the mic hold it like the heat he toss it
Told him tell stole it, he told her he lost it
She told him get off it and a bunch other more

Getting money, be getting no new leads
like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds
It's the weed, give me some of what he's off
Soon as he wake up choking it was whooping cough

The group been soft, first hour at the open bar and their off
He went to go laugh and get some by the side road
She asked him to autograph her derriere, it
To wide load, this yard bird taste like toad
love villain take pride and code words

Crooked eye mold nerd geek a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old
how to eat, to dine by the pizza guy
No, he's not too fly to in a skezzer eye

And squeeze her thigh, maybe her curves a feel
And the same way she feel it she flow with nerves of steel
They call him when they need their back or plumbing fixed
Powers one left, the pack comes in six
Whatever happened to two and

A hood tried to slide with four and and got caught
Like, you doing G?
Don't make 'em have to get like truancy
Matter fact not for right now you and me

Looser than a pair of Adidas, I you bought your spare tweeters
MC's sound like
Rapping and dancing like Red Kingpin
Dude, can we do this again no matter how be blinging

You do it for the hubbies
Seeds know what time it is like it's for Telletubbies
Few can do it, fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wears mask like a tarded

He plots shows robberies
In and out, one, two, three, no please
Run the and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
The mic is the shootie, nobody move, nobody get

heat, like the boy I'm going to war
Came in the and everybody on the floor
A whole string of jobs we are on tour
Every night on the score to your corner store