Luyện nghe bài hát Sep Seven Game Show Theme

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

YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, the money, everyone on the floor drop
I want all the in the bag, and I ain't tryin' to hear that soar talk
Stole the dinner and it to the freeway
Flipped the screenplay, and made every love scene a
Sound track recorded here in
like ambrosia
Disinfects pen
Yo, let's hold our breath and show your chest, if you're of it
And me back to safety if you see me falling 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
me by the thoughts and pulled me tight like a kite string

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

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

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

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

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

what!?

Mr. Announcer, them what they'll win!

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

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