Luyện nghe bài hát Sing It, Shitface

Donavexx, asshole, taking 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 beat
My body, I it clean, by eating vegetables
While you claim
I made em uncomfortable
By talking bout some hemorrhoids and how my 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
kids appear dome-less,
I wonder folks did to make em think they flow swift with broken focus
Folk hymns are sung while my guitar is strung, and then plucked, to a hip hop
purist up
its 10 bucks to come and see me at a show
But when I into Jello you wont care about the dough
But if you still think my is wack youll get your money back
And then youll leave the show and run into two men in funny
Theyll the fuck outta you, take your wallet out your back pocket
After that swell up in the eye sockets
Then I my show and go to the parking lot
And meet the two men, who then, put loot in my pocket
I tried myself, but that didnt work
After I realized that God was watching with a hidden
I shit a turd that stunk the house for weekends
of R&B bitches, I do my hooks with Japanese kids!

[chorus] Japanese singing

So sing it shitface!

Ooh, I farting in the bathtub, at clubs, at home
On the road, in your unload, in your eyeball
while walking on the sidewalk, after nightfall
To the point you spray Lysol, all the things
That the people might say, I grab my genitals and em Have a nice day
The way, to grab a mic is constantly exhibited
By me, and the MC that knows that he's unlimited, its
like splashing on the coast lines
I go to town meetings
And on the bulletin board I post rhymes, times
don't give a fuck bout you telling me
I get excited and a third 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 I am nothing but a prankster
she tells the teacher, but I to go
And yank her for her title, of grade vocabulary champion
she starts to cry, I 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 know, but I penetrate your brain with entry tools
Narratives the battle-tongue
My collection consists of twenty two copies of Aqualung
a lung is what I need to rock the venue
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 kids

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