Luyện nghe bài hát True Fuschnick

I don't wanna grow up cuz I'm a True
We got a million styles that we
we can play with
I'm a True what? I am a True
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So sit Buddah sit what lyrical styles we kick?
I'm a rowdy roddy piper I flash my dread Holmes
The thicker the richer the the dread
So I don't need no
So meeney miney mo good goobelly goo I bumped my toe
Oh-oh, "oh-oh better get Maoco" chocolate Chip's about to
The super the cola the fraja the listic Chip
When the mic is gripped in ridobidobip bip da be de dang, Bo!
Cuz worries and boderations when i raps it up and again But not
with the same FU style I'm wicked and and versatile
the mic is gripped by Chip you better believe it's worth your

Pause for the cause stop make way up
Here I come come
My lyrical styles are not to nos in other words
They're not soft son it rigade raggamuffin say it backwards
so abra Fu alacazam run come follow me man
Put it by one huminahumina I'm not done
Me-oh-me oh my hello hi
I'm not Finn I'm still speaking, shoo, fly
Don't i
So Fe hifi Fu fo, i make shapes with Pay-dough re me
Near far then I will sew Lipton Tea bo Tae Kwon Do
are bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling,
bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,
bubbling til' boiled
So don't drink the milk, Why? Cause rotten in other words it's

So don't say drats, drats or triple or quadruple drats
Me big and me black and me hot up de G jumping Jehosphats
Some mic's rhymes ain't saying jack nor
and of my styles peak-a-boo o what I
doo wa diddy dum diddy FU
So to his FU, peace to the FU
And a true FU, Poc Fu, is I dub you
I'm a True, I am a True Fuschnick
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So sit, Buddah, sit what lyrical should we kick?
n' roll, rock'n roll!
What's up with hip-hop, reggae, let's some soul
I'll be a braveman like Caveman
bunga, yapple-daple
oh, snap! batfu, it's an apple
The P.O.C. is on a fliptop so hip, hip hooray
out my way
Check out I cockadoodle doo
See it's true I needed help
I was small I had "Poc-Fu" on my nameplate belt
Then at last suffering succotash I no more time
Used my noodle yankee doodle came up with a
was wild, bugged, delirious, looney
Damn! it's hittin'
That's word to Jerry
Knocking heads off shoulders em clean
you can even ask iddy (why?) he what I mean
Cuz I'm a
I'm a True, what? I am a True
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So sit, Buddah sit lyrical styles should we kick?
Moc's on wax grip, this ain't no
Don't try to flex or uck-fay with my
Mental contender,
Time for training,
Agenda. The M.O. the Asian Mack
In fact I will attract, shock shit, a True
as I crop to the crip
Not a to the limit, upset, confused,
you gotta
From the excess food called
But a taste of True Fu
No as I pace
Gogoo gogoo,
Styles that'll have you a Fuschnick too
Psyche!
Wait a minute, you that I was finished
Beginnin' in a hum endin' in a beat

You like it, it's comin' from the Tribe, side by
Third is the Moc
lyrics until my tongue drops
Considered as an mc
Techniques be beat, you think so?
Hell, no!
Romp and rage upon the scene like a
master
Crazy zany voiced out
had ya in a dimension as I mentioned
A True Fu
All attention to the
that I am kickin', whippin', flexin, never flippin
Asian that is hard until my cup runneth over
a boulder never told ya
The M.O. was in of
Oriental styles to compile or get
Fiend as I the mic with a tight grip
Slipped!
Ha, ha, ha!
That's what you get you mess around with a True Fuschnick
I'm a True, what? I am a Fuschnick
3X
So sit, Buddah, sit lyrical styles should we kick