Luyện nghe bài hát Sing It, Shitface

Donavexx, lyrical asshole, taking shitty MC tongue, to the 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 eating
you claim indestructible
I made em uncomfortable
By bout some hemorrhoids and how my parakeets unemployed
I enjoyed, watching old men put inside their engines,
while eating kept in tinfoil
I been spoiled the underwear thats been soiled By my opponents when I assemble microphone kits
Most appear dome-less,
I their folks did to make em think they flow swift with broken focus
Folk hymns are sung while my is strung, and then plucked, to make a hip hop
purist up
Sure its 10 bucks to and see me at a show
But when I into Jello you wont care about the dough
But if you still think my shit is wack youll get your money
And then leave the show and run into two men in funny hats
Theyll beat the fuck outta you, take your out your back pocket
that youll swell 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 that didnt
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!

[chorus] kids singing

Edan: So it shitface!

Ooh, I farting in the bathtub, at clubs, at home
On the road, in your face unload, in your
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 right way, to grab a mic is constantly
By me, and the MC knows that he's unlimited, its eminent
like splashing on the coast lines
I go to town meetings
And on the bulletin board I rhymes, most times
don't give a fuck bout what you me
I get excited and crash a third spelling bee
and just as a girl named Bethany is about to win by cheese
I interrupt the train of by yelling Freeze!
And when she sees I am nothing but a prankster
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
the wordsmith, with the verb gift
The principal got nervous, when I ran into his office
What's the purpose of terrorizing schools?
I know, but I penetrate your brain with entry tools
Narratives the battle-tongue
My record collection of twenty two copies of Aqualung
Half a lung is what I need to rock the
I then do Herculean shit on the wheels to cold end you
Got the versatility of ten dudes, next up my shitfaced friend
up a chorus from the menu

[chorus] Japanese singing

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