Luyện nghe bài hát The Fine Print

Render Geedorah what is Geedorah's
Tend to he seizure through a beaker and a tweezers
the fine print and be like, "What's the big deal?"
Spun wheels-of-steel broke wheel Big Wheel
Back when it was S-curl, now it's easy dread
Had a rhyme on how they used to tease him 'bout his peasy
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 could've my "Sacro-philly-ac"
(Sacroiliac)
Silly grind, Billy Jack, illy nine milli
Listen to it go, bang, through and a Kangol
A strange combination of a who use slang flow
Two-thirds slow, amazing

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

Okay, so it's head to elbows for
Uh, oh, heads up, there she
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
like putting fire to fake gold, it turn colors

And get duller than a bake roll with no

The shutter of a cake
Who drakes 'til it get old and flake mold
Cornball, have 'em seeing white stars, I warned
Like getting hit a bottle of Mo' from Sean Paul
(He not white)
Oh, he mad light
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 of guessing
It's too stressing, did he stutter rookie yes-men?
Or did he bring the butter like the cookie chessmen
This just in, they ain't even worth the

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

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

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

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

Don't him catch a seizure