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

All these rappers are so serious, it's me up.
Kid consumers tired of posers so he's me up.
Jump in the 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, it up like macaroni.
get seven kinds of stoney in the parking lot proper;
want me to hit your jurisdiction, just submit an offer.
Girls be on my wood in your neck of the woods.
Groupie girlies give it up pup got the goods.
You think that 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 not like they could cancel Chris.
I'm an activist, my fans are cyber savages,
I may seem kinda lame but I got more game babbages.

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

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

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

We delivered in the Dirty, the Southwest,
North to ingest the best sess',
met a couple honeys and had real sex;
okay, we just out 'cause someone shouted, "MIC CHECK!"
We been in the mountains, we been paid in the glades,
we deliver solid for affordable rates,
roam the range, change, puttin' food 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 then like a nightmare though, you wouldn't believe.
For the most part it's like go carts turns at high speed,
life's a sweet summer vacation if your is mc.
People, I'm a pimp, life's a bitch, what ya heard.
Name a faster nerd when it to blastin' words.
in my pocket like my name was John Lasseter.
A bible camp van, a fifteen passenger!

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