Luyện nghe bài hát Townie

"Where are we?"
"I'm thirsty."
"There's a church up ahead, maybe there's in here..."

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"These don't look Presbyterians!"
"They like... puppets."

"I THOUGHT WE SOUNDED REALLY GOOD, MAN, I THOUGHT WE SOUNDED GOOD!"
"OHHHHHH, YEEEEEAAAH!"

All these are so serious, it's crackin' me up.
Kid consumers of posers so he's backin' me up.
in the back of the truck, or the front of my bike.
mc is comin' to your town. ("Aiight.")
I'm the Dungeon master of the ceremony,
comin' to your territory, cheese it up macaroni.
get seven kinds of stoney in the parking lot proper;
want me to hit your jurisdiction, just submit an offer.
Girls be neckin' on my wood in your of the woods.
Groupie girlies it up because pup got the goods.
You that they'd be less devout over somethin' so stout,
but I guess all about Guiness 'cause they're turnin' me out.
This is for the anthem kids 'cause they who Ansem is,
I'm not a corporate clown so it's not like could cancel Chris.
I'm just an activist, my fans are savages,
I may seem lame but I got more game then babbages.

mc is comin' to your town tonight.
mc chris is to bring the sound to life.
On the pressure precise like a kid on Fisher Price,
watch him it wicked nice on the microphone device.
mc chris is comin' to your tonight.
mc is down to bring the sound to life.
On the pressure point precise like a kid on Price,
watch him kick it nice on the microphone device.

mc's going platinum, the won the pennant race,
ice out my ass like my name was Bobby Drake,
a hundred hoes with no comin' out my birthday cake;
did I to mention everything I say is kinda fake?
It's how Mister Ward escapes when the player hate,
when I'm feelin' kinda down, and overweight.
I roll back my eyes, clear my and proceed,
a picture-perfect world called the house of mc.
You don't have to visit, you can not listen,
even though a without my music's kinda cataclysmic.
I used to rip tickets. kick districts;
kinda like Kismet, when Leia met Wickett. ("Jub jub.")
Decadent downloads put a dump in rump.
That's right, I'm shittin' your pants, punchin' in the junk.
I'm surveyin' your and I'm samplin' your skunk.
mc is comin' 'round, now's when you throw your hands up!

mc chris is comin' to town tonight.
mc chris is down to the sound to life.
On the pressure point precise like a kid on Price,
him kick it wicked nice on the microphone device.
mc chris is to your town tonight.
mc chris is to bring the sound to life.
On the pressure precise like a kid on Fisher Price,
watch him kick it nice on the microphone device.

We in the Dirty, impressed the Southwest,
navigated to ingest the best sess',
met a couple honeys and had live sex;
okay, we made out 'cause someone shouted, "MIC CHECK!"
We been in the mountains, we been paid in the glades,
we deliver products for affordable rates,
the range, makin' change, puttin' food on our plates,
got a BJ the DJ played Duel of the Fates.
rules and it's great, they say I'm livin' a dream,
now and it's like a nightmare though, you wouldn't believe.
For the most part it's like go carts doing turns at speed,
life's a sweet vacation if your name is mc.
People, I'm a pimp, life's a bitch, fuck ya heard.
Name a faster nerd when it comes to words.
Pixels in my pocket like my name was Lasseter.
A bible van, it's a fifteen passenger!

mc chris is comin' to your tonight.
mc chris is to bring the sound to life.
On the pressure precise like a kid on Fisher Price,
watch him kick it wicked on the microphone device.
mc chris is comin' to town tonight.
mc chris is down to bring the to life.
On the pressure point precise like a kid on Price,
watch him kick it wicked on the microphone device.

"Everybody get in the bus! Get in the bus!"
"LET'S GO!"

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