Luyện nghe bài hát True Fuschnick

I don't wanna up cuz I'm a True Fuschnick
We got a million styles that we
That we can play
I'm a True what? I am a True
3X
So sit Buddah sit what lyrical styles we kick?
I'm a rowdy roddy piper I flash my dread sherlock
The thicker the richer the the dread
So I don't no honeycomb
So eeney meeney miney mo good goo I bumped my toe
Oh-oh, "oh-oh better get Maoco" chocolate Chip's about to
The the cola the fraja the listic expialadope Chip
When the mic is gripped in bip da be bong de dang, Bo!
Cuz worries and boderations i raps it up again and again But not
the same FU style I'm wicked and wild and versatile
When the mic is gripped by Chip you believe it's worth your

Pause for the stop make way hurry up
Here I come come
My lyrical styles are not to ifos nos in words
They're not soft son rocks it raggamuffin say it backwards
Aggarniffum so 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 Huckleberry I'm still speaking, shoo, fly
Don't 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 they're boiled
So don't drink the milk, Why? Cause it's rotten in words it's

So don't say drats, drats double or triple or 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 they peak-a-boo o what I
doo wa diddy diddy dum FU
So to his FU, peace to the FU
And a FU, Poc Fu, is what I dub you
I'm a True, what I am a True
3X
So sit, Buddah, sit what lyrical should we kick?
Rock n' roll, roll!
What's up with hip-hop, reggae, let's kick soul
be a braveman like Captain Caveman
Unga bunga,
oh, snap! Holy batfu, an apple
The P.O.C. is on a fliptop so hip, hip hooray
out my way
Check out I cockadoodle doo
See true I needed psychiatric help
When I was small I had "Poc-Fu" on my nameplate
Then at suffering succotash I waste no more time
Used my yankee doodle came up with a rhyme
That was wild, bugged, delirious,
Damn! it's hard
word to Jerry Cooney
Knocking off shoulders rippin' 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
3X
So sit, Buddah sit what lyrical styles we kick?
on wax grip, this ain't no demo
Don't even try to flex or with my
contender, Apollo
Time for training,
Agenda. The M.O. also the Asian
In fact I will attract, shock shit, a True
Classified as I crop to the
Not a to the limit, upset, confused,
you want
the excess food called waste
But a of oriental True Fu
No as I pace
gogoo, nanoo-nanoo
Styles that'll have you becomin' a too
Psyche!
Wait a minute, you thought that I was
Beginnin' in a hum in a beat drum

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