Luyện nghe bài hát The Fine Print

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

Lonely like cheese and 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 combination of a king who use slang flow
Two-thirds slow, amazing

Wonder words, fine sponsor of this Thunder occasion
And have an rhyme, at least by Miller Time
Collect the skrilla and geese with a killer
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 take control
Just don't let the 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 it get old and flake mold
Cornball, have 'em seeing white stars, I warned
Like getting hit with a bottle of Mo' from Sean
(He not white)
Oh, he mad light
which way, they not ready for the lightning show
And can't mine

You could ask a swine who stands when I shine
Geedorah the professor, add a to the lessons
He suggest you get a full instead 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 even worth the worry

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

Hear ye, ye, how dare ye
Go up against the who do his thing 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, make sure it's on
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 slick-talking of burly guys
Get caught and boiled in oil curly fries
Even that's Mr. Furley's size that earned the fate

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

make him catch a seizure