Luyện nghe bài hát True Fuschnick

I wanna grow up cuz I'm a True Fuschnick
We got a styles that we compile
we can play with
I'm a True what? I am a Fushnick
3X
So sit Buddah sit what lyrical styles should we
I'm a rowdy piper I flash my dread sherlock Holmes
The thicker the richer the bigger the
So I don't need no
So eeney meeney miney mo good goo I bumped my toe
Oh-oh, "oh-oh better get Maoco" chocolate Chip's to flow
The super the cola the fraja the expialadope Chip
When the mic is in ridobidobip bip da be bong 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 by Chip you better believe it's worth your

Pause for the cause make way hurry up
Here I come come
My lyrical are not to ifos nos in other words
not soft son rocks it rigade raggamuffin say it backwards
Aggarniffum so abra Fu run come follow me man
Put it by one phenomenon 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 I will 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 rotten in other words it's

So don't say drats, double or triple or quadruple drats
Me big and me black and me hot up de spot G jumping
Some mic's rhymes ain't saying jack nor
and of my styles they o what I
doo wa diddy dum diddy 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 lyrical styles should we kick?
Rock n' roll, roll!
What's up with hip-hop, reggae, let's kick some
I'll be a like Captain Caveman
Unga bunga,
oh, snap! Holy batfu, it's an
The capital P.O.C. is on a so hip, hip hooray
out my way
Check out I cockadoodle doo
See it's true I needed psychiatric
When I was I had "Poc-Fu" on my nameplate belt
at last suffering succotash I waste no more time
Used my noodle yankee doodle came up a rhyme
was wild, bugged, delirious, looney
Damn! it's hard
That's word to Cooney
Knocking heads off rippin' em clean
you can even ask iddy (why?) he what 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, ain't no demo
Don't even try to flex or with my
Mental contender,
Time for training,
Agenda. The M.O. also the Mack
In I will attract, shock shit, a True Fuschnick
Classified as I to the crip
Not a to the limit, upset, confused,
you gotta
From the excess food called
But a of oriental True Fu
No haste as I
gogoo, nanoo-nanoo
Styles that'll you becomin' a Fuschnick too
Psyche!
a minute, you thought that I was finished
Beginnin' in a hum endin' in a drum

You like it, it's comin' from the Tribe, side by
stage is the Moc
Unifying lyrics 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 zany out styles
had ya in a dimension as I mentioned
A Fu steppin'
All attention to the
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 styles to or get with
as I hold the mic with a tight grip
Slipped!
Ha, ha, ha!
That's what you get when you around with a True Fuschnick
I'm a True, what? I am a True
3X
So sit, Buddah, sit lyrical styles should we kick