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
3X
So sit Buddah sit what lyrical should we kick?
I'm a rowdy piper I flash my dread sherlock Holmes
The thicker the the bigger the dread
So I don't need no
So eeney meeney miney mo good goo I bumped my toe
Oh-oh, "oh-oh get Maoco" chocolate Chip's about to flow
The super the cola the fraja the listic expialadope
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 FU style I'm wicked and wild and versatile
the mic is gripped by Chip you better believe it's worth your

Pause for the cause stop way hurry up
Here I come come
My lyrical styles are not to nos in other words
They're not soft son rocks it rigade raggamuffin say it
so abra Fu alacazam 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 hifi Fu fo, i shapes with Pay-dough re me
Near far then I will stitch sew Lipton Tea bo Tae Do
are bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling,
bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,
bubbling til' boiled
So don't drink the milk, Cause it's rotten in other words it's

So don't say drats, drats double or triple or quadruple
Me big and me black and me hot up de G jumping Jehosphats
mic's rhymes ain't saying jack nor Jill
and of my they peak-a-boo o what I
doo wa diddy diddy dum FU
So peace to his FU, 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 styles should we
Rock n' roll, roll!
up with hip-hop, reggae, let's kick some soul
I'll be a like Captain Caveman
bunga, yapple-daple
oh, snap! Holy batfu, an apple
The capital P.O.C. is on a fliptop so hip, hip
out my way
Check out I cockadoodle doo
See it's true I needed psychiatric
When I was small I had "Poc-Fu" on my belt
Then at last suffering succotash I no more time
Used my noodle yankee came up with a rhyme
was wild, bugged, delirious, looney
Damn! it's hard
That's to Jerry Cooney
heads 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 should we kick?
on wax grip, this ain't no demo
Don't even try to flex or uck-fay my
contender, Apollo
Time for training,
Agenda. The M.O. also the Asian
In fact I attract, shock shit, a True 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 oriental Fu
No as I pace
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 it, it's comin' from the Tribe, side by side
stage is the Moc
Unifying lyrics my tongue drops
Considered as an mc
Techniques could be beat, you so?
Hell, no!
and rage upon the scene like a lyrical
Ninja
Crazy voiced 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 that is hittin' hard my cup runneth over
Like a never told ya
The M.O. was in of
styles to compile or get with
Fiend as I the mic with a tight grip
Slipped!
Ha, ha, ha!
That's what you get when you mess with a True Fuschnick
I'm a True, what? I am a True
3X
So sit, Buddah, sit what lyrical styles we kick