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 broke wheel Big Wheel
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, y'all to the beat, a ball or Ava core
Have it your way, his straw, Jabber jaw
Since two tone Lee's, these new is boney hoes

Lonely like cheese and only
I broke my "Sacro-philly-ac"
(Sacroiliac)
Silly grind, Jack, illy nine milli black
Listen to it go, bang, through and a Kangol
A strange combination of a king who use flow
slow, one-third amazing

Wonder words, fine of this Thunder bird occasion
And have an rhyme, at least by Miller Time
Collect the skrilla and geese a killer dime
Met her out in Killa Queens, originally she 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, heads up, she blows
A load of head and shoulders, and who care where she goes
Let the take control
Just don't let the evildoers it and use it to take your soul
It's like putting to fake gold, it turn colors

And get than a bake roll with no butter

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

You ask a swine who can't stands when I shine
Geedorah the professor, add a question to the
He suggest you get a full instead of guessing
It's too stressing, did he like rookie yes-men?
Or did he just the butter like the cookie chessmen
This just in, they ain't even the worry

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

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

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

Could all get at the stake
word to his closest kins, that for his sins
We his throne, his providence, and its citizens
In the name of Geedorah

Don't make him catch a