Luyện nghe bài hát Space Hoes

I don't believe this, I get rid of two evil maniacs
Trying to ruin my show and I get two guests
Who are trying to ruin my
Feh, just who came up with the stupid of giving
Space Ghost the talk in the first place?

How they gave his own show to Tad
Any given second he could go mad
Stay wavin' that power band space
And had the nerve to jump in the face of Bannon

Punked out, luckily he it
Guess who smothered whose credited with editing it?
He molter, the cop out
And have no other choice, he dropped out

when the Wayouts included Zorak
Way back he used to rub his in Borax
I'm not the one who him to it
If he admit it, I'm not gonna hold him to it

It's all and no hate though
For all that, he really need to get his own late
Do a monologue and with the guests
Madlib switch the beat and walk him to the

With Danger down the control room
Late again from commercial
I you Doom, early, hes on BPT
Catch him on access free TV

And we're on the air with Brak, so, Brak
How you're man got a show so wack? What?
Have you ever thought to work with Ignignat and them?
Do you got enough oxygen from toxic phlegm?

Another sec, his neck woulda caught
switch the screen to some hot dames
Tonights audience received big screen games
And seconds of fame, pitiful aims, it's just a shame

Zoning, competing for the prime time slot as Conan
No, dummy, Ichigawa, announcement lunch to any stunt
Who me plow her in the shower for a hour, the kids supposed
To be sleeping or join us sound like Road Runner, beep, beep

Later week Big Ben Klingon
After him there's no one we could afford to bring on
it ghetto and let 'em know B Y O B from the get go

I'd like to propose a toast to the host
Space ho's coast to that destructor ray's a played out gag
And cape and the pantsuit, looking like a straight out
.

Dag, mean to sound crunchy
Hit a honey from the back and crumpled up her
A light snack munchy
Felt a funny hunch and she told me, "Donkey, punch me"

Tomorrow is Father Guido
MC and Charo, coochie coochie
With her new bestseller, who you call a
sponsor of the Snoochie Boochie Noochies

Look eyeball to eyeballs and find out
How they get inside those sugar pie
Our guest, a real cutie specimen
And she's starting to get a little booty, Judy Jetson

So, Judy, briefs or fig leaf
As you I wear my boxers over my big
Cue the rapper, tell him to bring little he got
Up against Villy, really not diddley squat until they head hurt

When it come to wreck, cruisers them dudes
Are red shirts off Trek, ke Kirk, he Spock, he McCoy
Been B-boy, since you jerks squeezed toys
Born to be the host the most when it's on it's on
Space ho's, to coast

You think I'm just gonna hand over my show to
Doom, you lost your fucking mind?
Listen, I'm not gonna my show over to you
You know Because it's my show, mine, not yours

Ghost, it ain't Doom coast to coast
Yeah, yeah, sure, here are the to the show
Why you drive for awhile?
Yeah, America's craving some Doom, you go