Luyện nghe bài hát One Beer

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

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

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

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

The group soft, first hour at the open bar and their trooping 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 fried toad
love villain take pride and code words

Crooked eye mold nerd geek with a heart
Probably still be speaking in as an old fart
Study how to eat, to dine by the guy
No, he's not too fly to skeet in a 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 super when they need their or plumbing fixed
only one left, the pack comes in six
Whatever happened to two and

A hood tried to slide four and five and got caught
Like, you doing G?
Don't make 'em have to get like truancy
Matter fact not for nothing now you and me

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

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

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

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