Luyện nghe bài hát Sunshine In A Bag

Yo, yo, yo

'Cause I'm this, from the mist
Lyricist and my be twisted
I spit the wickedest rhymes from a that's never existed
My futuristic linguistics fools into statistics
I'm a lyrical misfit a sadistic characteristics

I perform murderous acts on my tracks with a single
And if a boy want the test, I be stampin' upon his chest
Done makin' a
Not a man conceive the weed I'm consumin'
And I transform from my cartoon pseudonym, turn to a

I spit words my mouth that be turnin' you inside out
And I tie knots in intestines just I'm a boy scout
That's 'em out
Now rearrangin' your skeletal structure
Then I find some Nine Inch Nails to perform acupuncture

When I punch ya, I rupture all of your ribcage in a
And I turn you into a cartoon too erase the page
I take you back to the stone age with Barney and Flintstone
Get to take a machinos and then force you to live home

I'ma take off like a jet pack better get back, rather back
I'ma make the crowd and nod they heads until they neck snap
Life can flip raps while a skateboard and doin' a tic-tac
And leave head in a spin like staring at turn table skid mats

I'm a lion, big cat
This is real talk, not big
Did ya get that? 'Cause I ain't no timer
I on big tracks

Now feel the I create, this heavyweight
I'm to detonate and demonstrate
How I generate that supernaturally levitate

To the top, my lyrics
Accelerate and leave you
Take the from beneath your feet
Leave you Skywalkin' like

I'm than the tips of Zulu spears and Olympic javelins
My style is totally wild and most definitely happenin'
To your brains I be in, to computers I be hackin' in
To me, I be out of this world like who were time travelin'

I'm in the Fists of Fury technique when I speak
Forget Karate Kid and these wooden blocks, I chop from
Concrete, concrete, concrete, w-w-well, well,

I've stoned ever since the days of creation, I've been red
I'm a mad dred, so much havoc in Russel's head
My lyricism is like an aneurysm inside his brain
He plays the in a trance and he's never feeling no pain

I could never be a racist because I so many faces
I'm one of those beat-up bad wit' bags and a pair of
With lines than laces, I'm gracin' you with my presence
The lyrics went flippin', makin' ya bubble effervescence

I pulverize and bamboozle, shake numb like a boodle
I smashed the top of your with a guitar I borrowed from Noodle
I'm as as Japanese animes causin' calamities
Some serious from my roarous rhymes of reality

At the of sound, I'm wanderin' around
The clown done tried to defeat us without or audacity
Don't you ever you could beat us
Beat us, us, beat us