Luyện nghe bài hát Space Hoes

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

How they his own show to Tad Ghostal?
Any given he could go mad postal
Stay that power band space cannon
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

Since when the Wayouts Zorak
Way back he used to rub his thorax in
I'm not the one who him to it
If he won't 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 show
Do a and jest with the guests
Madlib the beat and walk him to the desk

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

And we're back on the air Brak, so, Brak
How you're man got a show that's so What?
Have you ever thought to work with Earl and them?
Do you got enough oxygen from this toxic

Another sec, his neck caught flames
Mouse switch the to some hot dames
audience 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, announcement lunch to any stunt
Who me plow her in the shower for a hour, the kids supposed
To be sleeping or else join us sound Road Runner, beep, beep

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

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

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

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

Look Leela to eyeballs and find out
How they get those sugar pie walls?
Our next guest, a cutie specimen
And she's starting to get a booty, Miss Judy Jetson

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

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

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

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