Luyện nghe bài hát Sing It, Shitface

Donavexx, lyrical asshole, taking shitty MC tongue, to the frozen
I fart at family functions, landin punches, in the face of
I a grand and three hundred for my beat machine
My body, I keeps it clean, by vegetables
While you claim
I made em uncomfortable
By talking bout some hemorrhoids and how my parakeets
I enjoyed, old men put Pennzoil inside their engines,
while eating cookies in tinfoil
I been spoiled like the underwear thats soiled By my opponents when I assemble microphone kits
Most kids dome-less,
I wonder their 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
tense up
Sure its 10 to come and see me at a show
But when I stage-dive into Jello you wont care about the
But if you still my shit is wack youll get your money back
And then youll leave the show and run into two men in hats
Theyll beat the fuck you, take your wallet out your back pocket
After youll swell up in the eye sockets
Then I finish my show and go to the lot
And meet the two men, who then, put your in my pocket
I tried jockin myself, but didnt work
After I that God was watching with a hidden smirk
I shit a turd that stunk the house for weekends
Instead of R&B bitches, I do my hooks Japanese kids!

[chorus] Japanese singing

Edan: So it shitface!

Ooh, I farting 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 Lysol, despite all the things
That the people say, I grab my genitals and tell em Have a nice day
The right way, to grab a mic is exhibited
By me, and the MC that that he's unlimited, its eminent
like water on the coast lines
Then I go to town
And on the bulletin board I rhymes, most times
don't a fuck bout what you telling me
I get and crash a third grade spelling bee
and just as a girl Bethany is about to win by spelling cheese
I interrupt the of thought by yelling Freeze!
And when she sees I am nothing but a prankster
she tells the teacher, but I to go
And her for her title, of third grade vocabulary champion
she starts to cry, I say: that's what you get for
with the wordsmith, with the gift
The principal got nervous, when I ran his office shirtless
What's the purpose of elementary schools?
I don't know, but I penetrate your with entry tools
from the battle-tongue
My record collection consists of 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, next up my shitfaced friend
Serves up a chorus the menu

[chorus] Japanese kids

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