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

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

All rappers are so serious, it's crackin' me up.
Kid consumers of posers so he's backin' me up.
Jump in the back of the truck, or the of my bike.
mc chris is comin' to town. ("Aiight.")
I'm the Dungeon Master of the ceremony,
comin' to territory, cheese it up like macaroni.
We'll get seven kinds of stoney in the parking lot
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 be less devout over somethin' so stout,
but I guess they're all about 'cause 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 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 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.
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 it wicked nice on the microphone device.

going platinum, the Cubs won the pennant race,
ice out my ass like my name was Bobby Drake,
a hundred hoes with no comin' out my birthday cake;
did I to mention everything I say is kinda fake?
how Mister Ward escapes when the people player hate,
when I'm feelin' kinda down, and overweight.
I back my eyes, clear my mind and proceed,
paint a world called the house of mc.
You don't to visit, you can always not listen,
even though a world my music's kinda cataclysmic.
I used to rip tickets. Karate kick
kinda like Kismet, when Leia met Wickett. ("Jub jub.")
Decadent put a dump in your rump.
That's right, I'm shittin' your pants, chumps in the junk.
I'm surveyin' your and I'm samplin' your skunk.
mc is comin' 'round, now's when you throw your hands up!

mc chris is comin' to town tonight.
mc chris is to bring the sound to life.
On the pressure point 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 the sound to life.
On the pressure precise like a kid on Fisher Price,
watch him 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 just made out 'cause shouted, "MIC CHECK!"
We been in the mountains, we been paid in the glades,
we deliver products for affordable rates,
the range, makin' 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 it's like a nightmare though, you wouldn't believe.
For the most part it's like go doing turns at high speed,
life's a summer vacation if your name is mc.
People, I'm a pimp, life's a bitch, fuck ya heard.
a faster nerd when it comes to blastin' words.
Pixels in my pocket my name was John Lasseter.
A bible camp van, it's a passenger!

mc chris is comin' to your 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 is comin' to your town tonight.
mc is down 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.

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

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