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

All these 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 is comin' to your town. ("Aiight.")
I'm the Dungeon master of the ceremony,
comin' to your territory, cheese it up macaroni.
We'll get kinds of stoney in the parking lot proper;
want me to hit your jurisdiction, just Chris an offer.
Girls be neckin' on my wood in neck of the woods.
girlies give it up because pup got the goods.
You think that they'd be less devout somethin' so stout,
but I guess all about Guiness '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 cancel Chris.
I'm an activist, my fans are cyber savages,
I may seem lame but I got more game then babbages.

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 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 wicked nice on the device.

mc's going platinum, the won the pennant race,
ice comin' out my ass like my name was Drake,
a hoes with no clothes comin' out my birthday cake;
did I fail to mention I say is kinda fake?
It's how Ward escapes when 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 though a without my music's kinda cataclysmic.
I used to rip tickets. Karate kick
kinda like Kismet, like when 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 surveyin' surroundings and I'm samplin' your skunk.
mc chris is comin' 'round, when you throw your hands up!

mc chris is comin' to town 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 comin' to 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 wicked nice on the device.

We in the Dirty, impressed the Southwest,
navigated North to ingest the sess',
met a couple honeys and had real live
okay, we just out 'cause someone shouted, "MIC CHECK!"
We been bouncin' in the mountains, we been in the glades,
we solid products 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 it's like a nightmare though, you believe.
For the most part it's like go carts doing at high speed,
life's a sweet summer vacation if 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 my name was John Lasseter.
A bible van, it's a fifteen passenger!

mc chris is 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 kick it nice on the microphone device.
mc chris is comin' to your tonight.
mc chris is to bring the sound 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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