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 hundred for my beat machine
My body, I keeps it clean, by eating
While you indestructible
I made em feel
By talking bout some hemorrhoids and how my parakeets
I enjoyed, watching old men put inside their engines,
while cookies kept in tinfoil
I been spoiled like the underwear been soiled By my opponents when I assemble microphone kits
kids appear dome-less,
I wonder their folks did to make em think they flow swift 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 stage-dive into Jello you care about the dough
But if you still my shit is wack youll get your money back
And then youll leave the and run into two men in funny hats
Theyll the fuck outta you, take your wallet out your back pocket
After that swell up in the eye sockets
Then I finish my show and go to the 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 house for weekends
of R&B bitches, I do my hooks with Japanese kids!

[chorus] Japanese singing

Edan: So it shitface!

Ooh, I love farting in the bathtub, at clubs, at
On the road, in your unload, in your eyeball
Fart walking on the sidewalk, after nightfall
To the you spray Lysol, despite all the things
That the people might say, I grab my genitals and em Have a nice day
The right way, to grab a mic is exhibited
By me, and the MC that knows that unlimited, its eminent
like water on the coast lines
Then I go to town
And on the bulletin board I post rhymes, most
don't a fuck bout what you telling me
I get excited and crash a third grade bee
and just as a girl named Bethany is about to win by spelling
I interrupt the 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 third vocabulary champion
she to cry, I say: that's what you get for tampering
with the wordsmith, with the verb
The got nervous, when I ran into his office shirtless
What's the purpose of elementary schools?
I don't know, but I penetrate your brain with tools
Narratives from the
My record collection of twenty two copies of Aqualung
Half a lung is I need to rock the venue
I then do some Herculean shit on the to cold end you
Got the of ten dudes, next up my little shitfaced friend
Serves up a chorus the menu

Japanese kids singing

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