Luyện nghe bài hát True Fuschnick

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

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

So say drats, drats double or triple or quadruple drats
Me big and me and me hot up de spot G jumping Jehosphats
Some mic's rhymes saying jack nor Jill
and of my styles peak-a-boo o what I
doo wa diddy dum diddy FU
So peace to his FU, to the FU
And a true FU, Poc Fu, is I dub you
I'm a True, what I am a True
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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 Captain Caveman
Unga bunga,
oh, snap! Holy batfu, an apple
The capital P.O.C. is on a so hip, hip hooray
out my way
Check out what I doo
See it's I needed psychiatric help
When I was I had "Poc-Fu" on my nameplate belt
Then at last succotash I waste no more time
Used my noodle yankee doodle came up with a
That was wild, bugged, delirious,
Damn! it's hittin'
word to Jerry Cooney
Knocking heads off shoulders rippin' em
you can even ask iddy (why?) he know I mean
Cuz I'm a
I'm a True, I am a True Fuschnick
3X
So sit, Buddah sit what lyrical should we kick?
Moc's on wax grip, this ain't no
Don't try to flex or uck-fay with my
Mental contender,
for training, jack
Agenda. The M.O. also the Asian
In fact I will attract, shock shit, a True
Classified as I to the crip
Not a to the limit, upset, confused,
you want
From the excess food waste
But a of oriental True Fu
No as I pace
Gogoo gogoo,
Styles that'll have you a Fuschnick too
Psyche!
Wait a minute, you thought I was finished
in a hum endin' in a beat drum

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