Luyện nghe bài hát Recipe

Suck it thru a
My is g so see of course,
I got my not a hero like hogan, I'm from downtown
A flower child of the truest kind, of the clear eye
Of the fresh squeezed mind
Time to tick, turn off the
Tell by the shade, the lick and then I dig the sun
The sensei, the teach, the talk, so up soon
won't fit in
The cup or the
So dig on, check list twice, spread stuff, wassup
Yo it again
Know in my pen
And you still to front
Go ahead be that
But it see
I got more in for ya
I got more in for ya
I got more in for you
I got in store for you to lunch on
Brewin' in the kitchen
be stirrin' strings to spell ya
In the cauldron a witch and wishin' on the stars
Of my of my sight
'cause I'm sight daily
And nightly I'm
So stop
Step to the
Slide us sauce
Yeah, the
The recipe, ain't gonna me no
I got the specialty, ain't gonna me no one
I got the specialty, ain't gonna me no one
I've got to on moving
I've got to keep on
I got one a pony ride
I'll ride I die
More crunch nestle's
Yo who is guy, I think I saw him on stage
Stage a unlike any I seen before
Got cool guitars and all contacts to call
Hey, hey, hey come on
Bust some ups and some
Bust a from the ground
Louise tore me up eh yo how'd that
She made me walk from to the gulf of mexico
out my pond and slept with my girl so
Blues at sunrise a way to start the day
Juannes so rough they're like sandpaper
To smoove out the as i
Flow like from sink, drain, river to sea
Whip the
I got the recipe, gonna tell me no one
I got the specialty, ain't tell me no one
I got the recipe, ain't gonna me no one
gots to keep moving
I've gots to moving
I got chicken heads I got legs
I write lyrics so sloppy it's like a different
I got olive oil and I got
I toot like popeye, smile like grimace
Flip like the hamburgler, 'cause correct
'cause I know why it all costs so
Bet on
Got all my in my composition book
My in the nooks and crannies
I sleep in my jammies and sauce is jammin'
So much stuffs in the
The recipes all in
Say I got to keep on
I to keep on moving