Luyện nghe bài hát Sep Seven Game Show Theme

The program has been brought to you by Rhymesayers Entertainment
The program contains explicit lyrics
and we the stay defiantly behind the views expressed in the following program.
All right, all you players and player haters, once again it's time for the "Sep Sev" show
Recorded live right in lovely snowy Minnesota
this is the where we make the average player a star.
Now, if you'll join me, let's it up for the host of the "Sep Sev" game show
that's right, he is, Mr. Sep Sev...

YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, the money, everyone on the floor drop
I want all the food in the bag, and I ain't tryin' to hear that talk
Stole the and freaked it to the freeway
Flipped the screenplay, and every love scene a three-way
Sound recorded here in Minnesnowda
Tastes like
pen holders
Yo, let's our breath and show your chest, if you're proud of it
And wake me back to safety if you see me out of it
a full moon, the color ?of mind is a mucous?
See in the distance, the images riveting
Given the way the clouds moved, it fucked the lighting
Grabbed me by the thoughts and pulled me like a kite string

All right, hear it for contestant number one
What's your name
Yo, MC famous, the

Okay Mr. Anus Driller, you to play the next round for a new Lexus with matching socks?
Or air on the horny Miami based
or do you just to take the phony looking fifty dollar bills and run with money?

Yo, I want the sex man, just give man, just, just let me touch 'em man!

Now If I spent, my whole day ?, on getting bent, and now I can't afford my rent
Do I grab a crowbar to your back (Back door)
or hit up Super America for the cash (Fast forward)
I be honest, cause even my outer conscience,
Knows the odds of blowing up are equal to waking up from sleeping,
Keeping me from retrieving kingdoms and bed stories,
Used to bore me with, positioned in the orbit of my
Small portion, even that much, flustered by the drug in lust with the rush
Hush, maybe in it I became a cynic,
but your sexy grin gets less attractive by the
The planets in my head now around the mind
The substance, the bug shit, all in my
And I
Like I don't a fuck if you grasp it
Resent the bitch that don't and cast it the masses;
I asked, "Is right?" I answered, "Does it matter?"
I was glancing at how you the passion, bastard
How fast you scale the ladder to
I'd rather flunk than gather your junk
(Yo dog, you should that punk)

Alright, this next our contestant is gonna have to slam
a whole bottle of expensive firewater, chase it with a forty of malt
smoke a blunt, a gun and sell records to 14 year olds all over the country
And the first one of you fashion fantasy fucks to go platinum wins

what!?

Mr. Announcer, tell them they'll win!

Well, win respect, lot's and lot's of props!

Pissed on the Spumonte, sippin' kamekazi
Shoulda called mommy you saw me pull up in ?
The rest of life's a flashback when I jump out that hatchback
Here's your tape, give me my back
I'm on tracks, and that's that, in fact that's all you
take some kind of lead, or fall to your knees and bleed
How's scene?
And how's rental running?
And how's the selling?
And how's the coming?
Me and my participants, be the reason why you and you crew bit your
Stick this in your mouth to it
The fuckin' is too expensive
Make's me to end it (Repent kid)
My is from here on out you purchase yellow boxers
That way your bitch does your laundry, she won't tell her moms about the stains created
when I skated that flat service you refer to as lyrical endowment
That content, conscience, run down to that ?