Luyện nghe bài hát The Fine Print

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

Lonely like cheese and baloney
I could've my "Sacro-philly-ac"
(Sacroiliac)
grind, Billy Jack, illy nine milli black
Listen to it go, bang, through and through a
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 iller rhyme, at least by Time
the skrilla and geese with a killer dime
Met her out in Killa Queens, she from the Philippines
I love the way she her jeans
Still a teen, and for strange bedfellows

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

And get than a bake roll with no butter

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

You could ask a swine who stands when I shine
the professor, add a question to the lessons
He suggest you get a full assessment of guessing
It's too stressing, did he stutter like rookie
Or did he just bring the butter the cookie chessmen
This just in, they ain't worth the worry

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

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

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

Could all get burned at the
Send to his closest kins, that for his sins
We claim his throne, his providence, and its
In the name of Geedorah

Don't make him catch a