Luyện nghe bài hát Space Hoes

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

How they gave his own show to Tad
Any given he could go mad postal
Stay that power band space cannon
And had the nerve to jump in the face of Race

Punked out, he detonate it
who just smothered whose credited with editing it?
He molter, the cop out
And have no other career choice, he out

Since when the Wayouts Zorak
Way he used to rub his thorax in Borax
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 monologue and with the guests
Madlib the beat and walk him to the desk

Danger holding down the control room
Late returning from commercial
I you Doom, early, hes on BPT
Catch him on public free TV

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

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

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 else us sound like Road Runner, beep, beep

Later this Big Ben Klingon
After him no one else 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 cape and the pantsuit, looking like a straight out
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Dag, don't to sound crunchy
Hit a honey from the back and up her scrunchy
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 a Hoochie
Proud sponsor of the Boochie Noochies

Look Leela eyeball to and find out
How they get inside sugar pie walls?
Our guest, a real cutie specimen
And she's starting to get a little booty, Miss Jetson

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

When it come to wreck, cruisers them dudes
Are red shirts off Star Trek, ke Kirk, he Spock, he
Been B-boy, since you jerks 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, have you lost your fucking
Listen, I'm not gonna hand my over to you
You know why? Because my show, mine, not yours

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