Luyện nghe bài hát Space Hoes

I believe this, I get rid of those two evil maniacs
Trying to ruin my show and I get two guests
Who are trying to my show
Feh, just who up with the stupid idea of giving
Space the talk show in the first place?

How they gave his own to Tad Ghostal?
Any second he could go mad postal
wavin' that power band space cannon
And had the to jump in the face of Race Bannon

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

Since when the included Zorak
Way he used to rub his thorax in Borax
I'm not the one who him to it
If he won't admit it, I'm not gonna 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 jest the guests
Madlib the beat and walk him to the desk

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

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

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

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

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

I'd to propose a toast to the grossest host
Space ho's coast to coast that ray's a played out gag
And that cape and the pantsuit, looking like a out
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Dag, don't mean to sound
Hit a honey from the back and crumpled up her
A light snack hungry
Felt a funny hunch and she told me, "Donkey, punch me"

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

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

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

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

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

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