Luyện nghe bài hát Sing It, Shitface

Donavexx, lyrical asshole, taking shitty MC tongue, to the flagpole
I at family functions, landin punches, in the face of life
I paid a grand and three for my beat machine
My body, I keeps it clean, by vegetables
you claim indestructible
I made em feel
By talking some hemorrhoids and how my parakeets unemployed
I enjoyed, watching old men put Pennzoil inside engines,
while cookies kept in tinfoil
I been spoiled the underwear thats been soiled By my opponents when I assemble microphone kits
Most kids dome-less,
I wonder their folks did to make em they flow swift with broken focus
Folk hymns are sung my guitar is strung, and then plucked, to make a hip hop
tense up
Sure its 10 bucks to come and see me at a
But when I stage-dive into Jello you wont care the dough
But if you still think my shit is wack youll get your back
And then youll leave the and run into two men in funny hats
beat the fuck outta you, take your wallet out your back pocket
After that swell up in the eye sockets
I finish my show 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 with a hidden smirk
I a turd that stunk the house for three weekends
Instead of R&B bitches, I do my hooks Japanese kids!

[chorus] Japanese singing

So sing it shitface!

Ooh, I love in the bathtub, at clubs, at home
On the road, in face unload, in your eyeball
Fart while walking on the sidewalk, after
To the point you spray Lysol, all the things
That the people might say, I grab my 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
water splashing on the coast lines
Then I go to town
And on the bulletin I post rhymes, most times
don't give a fuck bout what you me
I get excited and crash a third grade bee
and just as a girl named Bethany is to win by spelling cheese
I interrupt the of thought by yelling Freeze!
And she sees that I am nothing but a prankster
she the teacher, but I proceed to go
And her for her title, of third grade vocabulary champion
she starts to cry, I say: what you get for tampering
with the wordsmith, the verb gift
The principal got nervous, when I ran into his office
What's the purpose of terrorizing schools?
I don't know, but I penetrate your with entry tools
Narratives from the
My record collection consists of twenty two of Aqualung
a lung is what I need 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 little friend
Serves up a chorus from the

[chorus] Japanese kids

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