Luyện nghe bài hát Space Hoes

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

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

out, luckily he detonate it
Guess who just smothered credited with editing it?
He molter, the cop out
And have no career choice, he dropped out

Since the Wayouts included Zorak
Way back he used to rub his thorax in
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 need to get his own late show
Do a monologue and jest with the
Madlib switch the beat and him to the desk

Danger holding 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 thought to work with Earl Ignignat and them?
Do you got enough oxygen from this toxic

Another sec, his neck woulda caught
Mouse switch the screen to some hot
Tonights received big screen video games
And fifteen seconds of fame, pitiful aims, just a shame

Zoning, competing for the same time slot as Conan
No, dummy, Ichigawa, free 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 this week Big Ben
After him there's no one we could afford to bring on
Keep it ghetto and let 'em know B Y O B the get go

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

Dag, don't mean to crunchy
Hit a honey from the back and crumpled up her
A light hungry munchy
Felt a hunch and then she told me, "Donkey, punch me"

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

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

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

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

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

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