Luyện nghe bài hát Sing It, Shitface

Donavexx, lyrical asshole, shitty MC tongue, to the frozen flagpole
I fart at family functions, landin punches, in the face of
I paid a grand and hundred for my beat machine
My body, I keeps it clean, by eating
While you indestructible
I made em uncomfortable
By talking bout some and how my parakeets unemployed
I enjoyed, watching old men put Pennzoil their engines,
while eating cookies in tinfoil
I been spoiled like the underwear thats been soiled By my opponents when I assemble microphone
Most appear dome-less,
I wonder their folks did to make em think they flow swift with focus
Folk hymns are while my guitar is strung, and then plucked, to make a hip hop
purist up
Sure its 10 bucks to come and see me at a
But I stage-dive into Jello you wont care about the dough
But if you still think my shit is youll get your money back
And then leave the show and run into two men in funny hats
Theyll beat the fuck outta you, take your wallet out your back
After youll swell up in the eye sockets
Then I my show and go to the parking lot
And meet the two men, who then, put your loot in my
I tried myself, but that didnt work
After I realized that God was with a hidden smirk
I shit a that stunk the house for three weekends
of R&B bitches, I do my hooks with Japanese kids!

[chorus] Japanese singing

So sing it shitface!

Ooh, I love farting in the bathtub, at clubs, at
On the road, in your unload, in your eyeball
while walking on the sidewalk, after nightfall
To the you spray Lysol, despite all the things
the people might say, I grab my genitals and tell em Have a nice day
The way, to grab a mic is constantly exhibited
By me, and the MC that that he's unlimited, its eminent
like water splashing on the coast
I go to town meetings
And on the bulletin board I rhymes, most times
don't give a bout what you telling me
I get and crash a third grade spelling bee
and just as a named Bethany is about to win by spelling cheese
I interrupt the train of by yelling Freeze!
And when she sees that I am nothing but a
she the teacher, but I proceed to go
And yank her for her title, of grade vocabulary champion
she to cry, I say: that's what you get for tampering
with the wordsmith, with the gift
The got nervous, when I ran into his office shirtless
What's the purpose of elementary schools?
I don't know, but I penetrate your with entry tools
from the battle-tongue
My record consists of twenty two copies of Aqualung
Half a lung is I need to rock the venue
I then do some Herculean on the wheels to cold end you
Got the versatility of ten dudes, next up my little friend
up a chorus from the menu

[chorus] kids singing

So sing it scumbug,
This is Donavexx, a.k.a.
off, Baby