Luyện nghe bài hát The Fine Print

Render unto what is Geedorah's
Tend to when he 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 it was greasy S-curl, now it's easy dread
Had a rhyme on how they used to tease him his peasy head
Yes, yes, y'all to the beat, a ball or Ava core
Have it way, grab his straw, Jabber jaw
Since two tone Lee's, these new phonies is boney

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

words, fine sponsor of this Thunder bird occasion
And have an iller rhyme, at least by Time
the skrilla and geese with a killer dime
Met her out in Killa Queens, originally she from the
I love the way she fill her
Still a teen, and made for 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 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 bake with no butter

The shutter of a cake
Who break drakes it get old and flake mold
Cornball, have 'em seeing white stars, I 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 mine

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

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

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

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

Could all get 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