Luyện nghe bài hát Sing It, Shitface

Donavexx, lyrical asshole, taking MC tongue, to the frozen flagpole
I fart at family functions, punches, in the face of life
I paid a grand and three for my beat machine
My body, I it clean, by eating vegetables
While you indestructible
I em feel uncomfortable
By talking bout some and how my parakeets unemployed
I enjoyed, watching old men put inside their engines,
while eating cookies in tinfoil
I been like the underwear thats been soiled By my opponents when I assemble microphone kits
Most appear dome-less,
I wonder their folks did to 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 Jello you wont about the dough
But if you still think my shit is wack get your money back
And then leave the show and run into two men in funny hats
Theyll beat the fuck outta you, 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 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 for three weekends
Instead of R&B bitches, I do my hooks with kids!

Japanese kids singing

Edan: So it shitface!

Ooh, I farting in the bathtub, at clubs, at home
On the road, in your face unload, in eyeball
Fart walking on the sidewalk, after nightfall
To the point you spray Lysol, despite all the
That the might 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 knows that he's unlimited, its eminent
like water on the coast lines
I go to town meetings
And on the bulletin board I rhymes, most times
give a fuck bout what you telling me
I get and crash a third grade spelling bee
and just as a girl named Bethany is to win by spelling cheese
I interrupt the train of by yelling Freeze!
And when she that I am nothing but a prankster
she the teacher, but I proceed to go
And yank her for her title, of third grade vocabulary
she starts to cry, I say: what you get for tampering
the wordsmith, with the verb gift
The got nervous, when I ran into his office shirtless
What's the of terrorizing elementary schools?
I don't know, but I penetrate your brain with tools
Narratives from the
My record collection consists of twenty two copies of
Half a lung is what I need to the venue
I do some Herculean shit on the wheels to cold end you
Got the versatility of ten dudes, next up my little shitfaced
Serves up a from the menu

[chorus] Japanese singing

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