Luyện nghe bài hát The Fine Print

Render unto Geedorah what is
to when he seizure through a beaker and a tweezers
Read the fine and be like, "What's the big deal?"
Spun wheels-of-steel since broke wheel Big
Back it was greasy S-curl, now it's easy dread
Had a rhyme on how they used to him 'bout his peasy head
Yes, yes, y'all to the beat, a ball or Ava core
Have it your way, grab his straw, jaw
two tone Lee's, these new phonies is boney hoes

Lonely like cheese and baloney
I could've my "Sacro-philly-ac"
(Sacroiliac)
Silly grind, Billy Jack, nine milli black
Listen to it go, bang, and through a Kangol
A combination of a king who use slang flow
Two-thirds slow, one-third

Wonder words, fine sponsor of this Thunder occasion
And have an rhyme, at least by Miller Time
Collect the skrilla and geese with a killer
Met her out in Queens, originally she from the Philippines
I love the way she her jeans
Still a teen, and made for bedfellows

Okay, so it's head to for shell-toes
Uh, oh, up, there she blows
A whole load of head and shoulders, and who where she goes
Let the take control
don't let the evildoers abuse it and use it to take your soul
It's putting fire to fake gold, it turn colors

And get duller than a roll with no butter

The shutter of a cake
Who drakes 'til it get old and flake mold
Cornball, have 'em seeing white stars, I y'all
Like getting hit with a bottle of Mo' from Sean
(He not white)
Oh, he mad though
Either which way, they not ready for the show
And scandalize mine

You could ask a swine who can't when I shine
the professor, add a question to the lessons
He suggest you get a full assessment instead of
too stressing, did he stutter like rookie yes-men?
Or did he just bring the butter like the cookie
This just in, they ain't even worth the

on their first birth and couldn't even hurt a Smurfberry

Hear ye, hear ye, how ye
Go up against the who do his thing tri-yearly?
They're too carefree with their around here
Off with his and display it at Town Square
On top a spike, make sure it's on tight
In light of when the peasants throw stones with all might
Skull get for weeks
'Til vulture beaks the last meat off your cheeks

then they'll know the right words to speak
Out loud, at home, in the world, or in the
no escape, just in case
All the kings mens and 'em decides to go
The slick-talking of burly guys
Get and boiled in oil like curly fries
Even those that's Mr. Furley's size earned the fate

all get burned at the stake
Send word to his kins, that for his sins
We claim his throne, his providence, and its
In the name of King

Don't make him a seizure