Luyện nghe bài hát The Fine Print

Render unto Geedorah what is
Tend to when he seizure 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 greasy S-curl, now it's easy
Had a rhyme on how they used to him 'bout his peasy head
Yes, yes, to the beat, have a ball or Ava core
it your way, grab his straw, Jabber jaw
Since two tone Lee's, these new is boney 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, and through a Kangol
A strange combination of a king who use flow
slow, one-third amazing

Wonder words, fine sponsor of this bird occasion
And have an rhyme, at least by Miller Time
Collect the skrilla and with a killer dime
Met her out in Killa Queens, she from the Philippines
I love the way she fill her
Still a teen, and made for strange

Okay, so it's head to for shell-toes
Uh, oh, heads up, she blows
A whole load of head and shoulders, and who care she goes
Let the music control
don't 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 roll with no butter

The shutter of a hole
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' Sean Paul
(He not white)
Oh, he mad though
Either which way, they not ready for the show
And can't 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 assessment instead of guessing
It's too stressing, did he stutter like rookie
Or did he bring the butter like the cookie chessmen
This just in, they ain't even worth the

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

Hear ye, ye, how dare ye
Go up against the king who do his thing
They're too carefree with their mouths around
Off with his head and display it at Square
On top a seven-feet spike, make sure on tight
In light of when the peasants throw stones with all their
Skull get smashed for
'Til vulture beaks eats the meat 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, in case
All the mens and 'em decides to go apes
The most of burly guys
Get caught and boiled in oil like fries
Even those that's Mr. Furley's size 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 King

Don't him catch a seizure