Luyện nghe bài hát Townie

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

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

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

All these rappers are so serious, crackin' me up.
Kid consumers tired of posers so he's 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 seven of stoney in the parking lot proper;
me to hit your jurisdiction, just submit Chris an offer.
Girls be neckin' on my in your neck 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 they're all about Guiness they're turnin' me out.
This is for the anthem kids 'cause know who Ansem is,
I'm not a clown so it's not like they could cancel Chris.
I'm just an activist, my fans are savages,
I may seem kinda lame but I got more then babbages.

mc chris is comin' to 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 wicked on the microphone device.
mc chris is to your town tonight.
mc chris is 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 Cubs won the race,
ice comin' out my ass my name was Bobby Drake,
a hundred hoes with no clothes comin' out my birthday
did I fail to mention everything I say is kinda
It's how Mister Ward when the people player hate,
when I'm feelin' kinda down, and overweight.
I roll back my eyes, my mind and proceed,
paint a picture-perfect world the house of mc.
You don't have to visit, you can not listen,
even though a world without my kinda cataclysmic.
I used to rip tickets. Karate kick
kinda like Kismet, when Leia met Wickett. ("Jub jub.")
Decadent downloads put a in your rump.
That's right, I'm your pants, punchin' chumps in the junk.
I'm surveyin' your surroundings and I'm your skunk.
mc chris is comin' 'round, when you throw your hands up!

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,
him kick 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 wicked on the microphone device.

We in the Dirty, impressed the Southwest,
navigated North to the best sess',
met a honeys and had real live sex;
okay, we just out 'cause someone shouted, "MIC CHECK!"
We been bouncin' in the mountains, we paid in the glades,
we deliver solid products for rates,
the range, makin' change, puttin' food on our plates,
got a BJ the DJ played Duel of the Fates.
Life rules and it's great, they say I'm a dream,
now and then it's a nightmare though, you wouldn't believe.
For the most part it's like go carts turns at high 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 nerd when it comes to blastin' words.
Pixels in my pocket my name was John Lasseter.
A bible camp van, a fifteen passenger!

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

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

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