Luyện nghe bài hát Sing It, Shitface

Donavexx, lyrical asshole, shitty MC tongue, to the frozen flagpole
I fart at functions, landin punches, in the face of life
I paid a grand and three hundred for my machine
My body, I keeps it clean, by vegetables
you claim indestructible
I em feel uncomfortable
By talking bout hemorrhoids and how my parakeets unemployed
I enjoyed, watching old men put Pennzoil inside engines,
while eating cookies in tinfoil
I been spoiled like the underwear been soiled By my opponents when I assemble microphone kits
Most kids dome-less,
I wonder their folks did to make em think they flow with broken focus
Folk hymns are sung 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 wont care the dough
But if you still think my shit is wack youll get money back
And youll leave the show and run into two men in funny hats
beat the fuck outta you, take your wallet out your back pocket
After that youll up in the eye sockets
Then I finish my and go to the parking lot
And the two men, who then, put your loot in my pocket
I tried jockin myself, but didnt work
After I realized that God was watching with a smirk
I shit a turd that the house for three weekends
of R&B bitches, I do my hooks with Japanese kids!

[chorus] kids singing

So sing it shitface!

Ooh, I love farting in the bathtub, at clubs, at
On the road, in your face unload, in eyeball
Fart while walking on the sidewalk, nightfall
To the point you Lysol, despite all the things
That the 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 knows 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, most
don't a fuck bout what you telling me
I get excited and crash a grade spelling bee
and just as a named Bethany is about to win by spelling cheese
I the train of thought by yelling Freeze!
And when she sees that I am but a prankster
she tells the teacher, but I to go
And yank her for her title, of third vocabulary champion
she to cry, I say: that's what you get for tampering
with the wordsmith, with the verb
The principal got nervous, when I ran his office shirtless
What's the of terrorizing elementary schools?
I don't know, but I penetrate your brain with tools
from the battle-tongue
My record collection of twenty two copies of Aqualung
Half a is what I need to rock the venue
I then do some Herculean shit on the to cold end you
Got the versatility of ten dudes, up my little shitfaced friend
up a chorus from the menu

[chorus] Japanese singing

So sing it scumbug,
is Donavexx, a.k.a. Edan
Signing off,