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 look like Presbyterians!"
"They like... puppets."

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

All rappers 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 territory, cheese it up like macaroni.
We'll get kinds of stoney in the parking 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 give it up pup got the goods.
You that they'd be less devout over somethin' so stout,
but I guess they're all about 'cause they're turnin' me out.
This is for the kids 'cause they know who Ansem is,
I'm not a corporate clown so it's not like could cancel Chris.
I'm just an activist, my are cyber savages,
I may kinda lame but I got more 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,
him kick it wicked nice on the microphone device.
mc is comin' to your town tonight.
mc chris is down to bring the to life.
On the pressure point precise a kid on Fisher Price,
watch him kick it nice on the microphone device.

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

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

We delivered in the Dirty, the Southwest,
navigated North to ingest the sess',
met a couple honeys and had real sex;
okay, we just made out 'cause shouted, "MIC CHECK!"
We been in the mountains, we been paid in the glades,
we deliver solid products for rates,
roam the range, makin' change, puttin' on our plates,
got a BJ while the DJ played of the Fates.
Life rules and it's great, say I'm livin' a dream,
now and it's like a nightmare though, you wouldn't believe.
For the most it's 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, what ya heard.
Name a faster nerd when it to blastin' words.
Pixels in my pocket like my was John Lasseter.
A bible van, it's a fifteen passenger!

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