Luyện nghe bài hát Townie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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