Luyện nghe bài hát The Fine Print

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

like cheese and baloney only
I broke my "Sacro-philly-ac"
(Sacroiliac)
Silly grind, Billy Jack, illy milli black
Listen to it go, bang, through and through a
A strange combination of a king who use slang
Two-thirds slow, one-third

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

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

And get duller a bake roll with no butter

The shutter of a hole
Who break drakes it get old and flake mold
Cornball, have 'em white stars, I warned y'all
Like getting hit with a bottle of Mo' from Paul
(He not white)
Oh, he mad light
Either which way, they not ready for the lightning
And scandalize mine

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

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

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

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

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 Geedorah

Don't make him a seizure