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

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

All these rappers are so serious, it's me up.
Kid tired of posers so he's backin' 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.
We'll get seven kinds of stoney in the lot proper;
me to hit your jurisdiction, just submit Chris an offer.
Girls be neckin' on my wood in neck of the woods.
Groupie girlies it up because pup got the goods.
You think that they'd be less devout somethin' so stout,
but I guess they're all Guiness 'cause they're turnin' me out.
This is for the anthem kids 'cause 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 seem kinda but I got more game then babbages.

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,
watch him kick it nice on the microphone device.
mc is comin' to your 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 nice on the device.

mc's platinum, the Cubs won the pennant race,
ice comin' out my ass my name was Bobby Drake,
a hundred hoes no clothes comin' out my birthday cake;
did I to mention everything I say is kinda fake?
It's how Mister Ward escapes when the player hate,
when I'm feelin' down, overlooked and overweight.
I roll back my eyes, clear my and proceed,
paint a picture-perfect called the house of mc.
You don't have to visit, you can not listen,
though a world without my music's kinda cataclysmic.
I to rip tickets. Karate kick districts;
kinda like Kismet, when Leia met Wickett. ("Jub jub.")
downloads put a dump in your rump.
That's right, I'm shittin' your pants, chumps in the junk.
I'm surveyin' surroundings 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 is down to bring the sound to life.
On the point precise 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 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,
navigated North to the best sess',
met a couple honeys and had real sex;
okay, we just made out someone shouted, "MIC CHECK!"
We been bouncin' in the mountains, we paid in the glades,
we solid products for affordable rates,
the range, makin' change, puttin' food on our plates,
got a BJ while the DJ Duel of the Fates.
Life rules and it's great, they say I'm a dream,
now and then it's like a though, you wouldn't believe.
For the most part it's go carts doing turns at high speed,
life's a sweet vacation if your name is mc.
People, I'm a pimp, a bitch, fuck what ya heard.
Name a faster nerd it comes to blastin' words.
Pixels in my like my name was John Lasseter.
A bible van, it's a fifteen passenger!

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

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

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