Luyện nghe bài hát Sing It, Shitface

Donavexx, asshole, taking 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 it clean, by eating vegetables
While you claim
I made em uncomfortable
By talking some hemorrhoids and how my parakeets unemployed
I enjoyed, old men put Pennzoil inside their engines,
while eating kept in tinfoil
I been spoiled like the thats been soiled By my opponents when I assemble microphone kits
Most appear dome-less,
I wonder folks did to make em think they flow swift with broken focus
Folk are sung while my guitar is strung, and then plucked, to make a hip hop
purist up
its 10 bucks to come and see me at a show
But when I stage-dive into Jello you care about the dough
But if you still think my shit is wack youll get your back
And then youll leave the show and run into two men in funny
Theyll beat the fuck outta you, take your wallet out back pocket
After that youll swell up in the eye
Then I finish my and go to the parking lot
And meet the two men, who then, put your in my pocket
I tried jockin myself, but that work
I realized that God was watching with a hidden smirk
I shit a turd that stunk the for three weekends
Instead of R&B bitches, I do my with Japanese kids!

Japanese kids singing

Edan: So it shitface!

Ooh, I love in the bathtub, at clubs, at home
On the road, in your face unload, in eyeball
Fart while walking on the sidewalk, nightfall
To the point you spray Lysol, all the things
That the people might say, I my genitals and tell em Have a nice day
The right way, to grab a mic is constantly
By me, and the MC that that he's unlimited, its eminent
like water splashing on the coast
Then I go to meetings
And on the bulletin board I post rhymes, times
don't a fuck bout what you telling me
I get excited and crash a third spelling bee
and just as a girl named Bethany is to win by spelling cheese
I interrupt the train of by yelling Freeze!
And she sees that I am nothing but a prankster
she tells the teacher, but I to go
And her for her title, of third grade vocabulary champion
she to cry, I say: that's what you get for tampering
with the wordsmith, with the gift
The principal got nervous, when I ran into his 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 collection consists of twenty two copies of
Half a lung is what I to rock the venue
I do some Herculean shit on the wheels to cold end you
Got the versatility of ten dudes, next up my shitfaced friend
Serves up a from the menu

[chorus] kids singing

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