Luyện nghe bài hát Sing It, Shitface

Donavexx, lyrical asshole, taking shitty MC tongue, to the flagpole
I fart at family functions, punches, in the face of life
I paid a grand and three hundred for my machine
My body, I it clean, by eating vegetables
While you claim
I em feel uncomfortable
By bout some 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 thats been soiled By my opponents when I assemble microphone
Most appear dome-less,
I wonder their did to make em think they flow swift with broken focus
Folk hymns are sung while my guitar is strung, and plucked, to make a hip hop
purist up
Sure its 10 to come and see me at a show
But when I stage-dive into 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 wallet out your back pocket
that 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 in my pocket
I tried jockin myself, but that didnt
After I realized that God was watching with a smirk
I shit a turd that the house for three weekends
Instead of R&B bitches, I do my with Japanese kids!

[chorus] Japanese kids

So sing it shitface!

Ooh, I love in the bathtub, at clubs, at home
On the road, in your face unload, in your
Fart while on the sidewalk, after nightfall
To the point you spray Lysol, despite all the
That the people might say, I grab my and tell em Have a nice day
The right way, to grab a mic is exhibited
By me, and the MC that knows that he's unlimited, its
water splashing on the coast lines
Then I go to town
And on the bulletin board I rhymes, most times
give a fuck bout what you telling me
I get excited and crash a grade spelling bee
and just as a girl named is about to win by spelling cheese
I the train of thought by yelling Freeze!
And when she sees that I am nothing but a
she tells the teacher, but I 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 principal got nervous, when I ran his office shirtless
What's the purpose of terrorizing elementary
I don't know, but I your brain with entry tools
from the battle-tongue
My collection consists of twenty two copies of Aqualung
Half a lung is what I need to the venue
I then do some Herculean shit on the wheels to end you
Got the of ten dudes, next up my little shitfaced friend
Serves up a from the menu

[chorus] kids singing

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