Luyện nghe bài hát The Fine Print

Render unto what is Geedorah's
to when he seizure through a beaker and a tweezers
Read the fine and be like, "What's the big deal?"
Spun wheels-of-steel since wheel Big Wheel
Back when it was S-curl, now it's easy dread
Had a rhyme on how they to tease 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

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 who use slang flow
slow, one-third amazing

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

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

And get duller than a bake with no butter

The shutter of a cake
Who drakes 'til it get old and flake mold
Cornball, have 'em seeing white stars, I y'all
Like hit with a bottle of Mo' from Sean Paul
(He not white)
Oh, he mad though
Either which way, they not ready for the lightning
And can't mine

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

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

ye, hear ye, how dare ye
Go up against the king who do his thing
They're too carefree their mouths around here
Off with his head and display it at Town
On top a spike, make sure it's on tight
In light of when the peasants throw stones with all their
get smashed for weeks
'Til beaks eats the last meat off your cheeks

then they'll know the right words to speak
Out loud, at home, in the world, or in the
no escape, just in case
All the mens and 'em decides to go apes
The slick-talking of burly guys
Get caught and boiled in oil like curly
Even those that's Mr. size that 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 of King Geedorah

Don't make him a seizure