Luyện nghe bài hát True Fuschnick

I don't wanna up cuz I'm a True Fuschnick
We got a million styles we compile
we can play with
I'm a True I am a True Fushnick
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So sit Buddah sit what lyrical styles should we
I'm a rowdy roddy piper I flash my sherlock Holmes
The thicker the richer the the dread
So I don't need no
So eeney meeney miney mo good goo I bumped my toe
Oh-oh, "oh-oh better get Maoco" Chip's about to flow
The super the the fraja the listic expialadope 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 I'm wicked and wild and versatile
When the mic is gripped by Chip you believe it's worth your

Pause for the cause stop way hurry up
Here I come come
My styles are not to ifos nos in other words
They're not son rocks it rigade raggamuffin say it backwards
Aggarniffum so abra Fu alacazam run follow me man
Put it by one phenomenon huminahumina I'm not
oh my hello hello hi
I'm not Huckleberry I'm still speaking, shoo, fly
bother i
So Fe hello hifi Fu fo, i make 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 in other words it's

So don't say drats, drats double or triple or drats
Me big and me black and me hot up de spot G jumping
Some mic's rhymes ain't jack nor Jill
and of my styles peak-a-boo o what I
doo wa diddy diddy dum 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 lyrical styles should we kick?
n' roll, rock'n roll!
What's up with hip-hop, reggae, kick some 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 it's true I needed help
When I was small I had "Poc-Fu" on my belt
Then at last succotash I waste no more time
Used my noodle yankee came up with a rhyme
That was wild, bugged, delirious,
Damn! it's hittin'
That's to Jerry Cooney
Knocking heads off shoulders em clean
you can even ask (why?) he know what I mean
Cuz I'm a
I'm a True, I am a True Fuschnick
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So sit, Buddah sit what lyrical styles we kick?
Moc's on wax grip, this ain't no
Don't even try to flex or uck-fay my
Mental contender,
for training, jack
Agenda. The M.O. also the Asian
In fact I will attract, shock shit, a Fuschnick
Classified as I crop to the
Not a to the limit, upset, confused,
you gotta
From the food called waste
But a taste of True Fu
No haste as I
gogoo, nanoo-nanoo
Styles that'll have you becomin' a too
Psyche!
Wait a minute, you thought I was finished
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
as an mc klepto
Techniques be beat, you think so?
Hell, no!
and rage upon the scene like a lyrical
Ninja
Crazy voiced out styles
that had ya in a dimension as I
A True Fu
All attention to the
Styles that I am kickin', whippin', flexin, never
Asian that is hittin' hard until my cup over
Like a never told ya
The M.O. was in of
styles to compile or get with
Fiend as I hold the mic with a tight
Slipped!
Ha, ha, ha!
That's what you get when you mess around with a True
I'm a True, what? I am a True
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So sit, Buddah, sit what lyrical styles we kick