Luyện nghe bài hát True Fuschnick

I wanna grow up cuz I'm a True Fuschnick
We got a million that we compile
That we can play
I'm a what? I am a True Fushnick
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So sit sit what lyrical styles should we kick?
I'm a roddy piper I flash my dread sherlock Holmes
The thicker the richer the the dread
So I need no honeycomb
So eeney meeney miney mo good goobelly goo I my toe
Oh-oh, "oh-oh better get Maoco" Chip's about to flow
The super the cola the fraja the expialadope Chip
When the mic is gripped in ridobidobip bip da be 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 better believe worth your

Pause for the cause 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 rigade raggamuffin say it
Aggarniffum so Fu alacazam run come follow me man
Put it by one phenomenon huminahumina I'm not
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 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, Why? Cause it's rotten in other words

So don't say drats, drats double or triple or drats
Me big and me black and me hot up de spot G Jehosphats
Some mic's rhymes ain't saying nor Jill
and of my styles they o what I
doo wa diddy dum diddy FU
So peace to his FU, to the FU
And a FU, Poc Fu, is what I dub you
I'm a True, I am a True Fuschnick
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So sit, Buddah, sit what lyrical styles we kick?
Rock n' roll, roll!
What's up with hip-hop, reggae, kick some soul
I'll be a braveman Captain Caveman
bunga, yapple-daple
oh, snap! Holy batfu, it's an
The capital P.O.C. is on a fliptop so hip, hip
out my way
Check out what I doo
See true I needed psychiatric help
When I was small I had "Poc-Fu" on my belt
Then at last suffering succotash I waste no more
Used my noodle yankee doodle came up a rhyme
was wild, bugged, delirious, looney
Damn! hittin' hard
That's word to Jerry
Knocking heads off 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
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So sit, Buddah sit what lyrical styles we kick?
Moc's on wax grip, this no demo
Don't even try to flex or uck-fay my
contender, Apollo
Time for training,
Agenda. The M.O. the Asian Mack
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 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 endin' in a beat

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