Luyện nghe bài hát True Fuschnick

I don't wanna grow up cuz I'm a True
We got a styles that we compile
That we can play
I'm a True what? I am a True
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So sit Buddah sit what lyrical should we kick?
I'm a rowdy piper I flash my dread sherlock Holmes
The thicker the richer the bigger the
So I need no honeycomb
So eeney meeney mo good goobelly goo I bumped my toe
Oh-oh, "oh-oh better get Maoco" chocolate Chip's to flow
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
with the same FU style I'm wicked and wild and
When the mic is gripped by Chip you believe it's worth your

Pause for the cause stop way hurry up
I come come come
My lyrical styles are not to ifos nos in words
They're not soft son rocks it rigade 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 Finn I'm still speaking, shoo, fly
bother i
So Fe hello hifi Fu fo, i 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 they're boiled
So don't drink the milk, Why? Cause it's rotten in other it's

So don't say drats, double or triple or quadruple drats
Me big and me and me hot up de spot G jumping Jehosphats
mic's rhymes ain't saying jack nor Jill
and of my styles they peak-a-boo o I
doo wa diddy dum diddy 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 what styles should we kick?
Rock n' roll, roll!
What's up with hip-hop, reggae, let's kick soul
I'll be a braveman Captain Caveman
Unga bunga,
oh, snap! batfu, it's 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 suffering 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 off shoulders rippin' em clean
you can even ask iddy (why?) he know what I
Cuz I'm a
I'm a True, I am a True Fuschnick
3X
So sit, Buddah sit what lyrical styles should we
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 Fuschnick
Classified as I to the crip
Not a to the limit, upset, confused,
you want
From the excess called waste
But a taste of True Fu
No as I pace
gogoo, nanoo-nanoo
Styles have you becomin' a Fuschnick too
Psyche!
Wait a minute, you that I was finished
in a hum endin' in a beat drum

You like it, it's comin' the Tribe, side by side
Third is the Moc
Unifying lyrics my tongue drops
as an mc klepto
Techniques be beat, you think so?
Hell, no!
Romp and rage upon the like a lyrical
master
Crazy zany voiced out
had ya in a dimension as I mentioned
A True Fu
All to the Micken
Styles I am kickin', whippin', flexin, never flippin
Asian that is hittin' hard until my cup runneth
Like a boulder never 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 a True Fuschnick
I'm a True, I am a True Fuschnick
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So sit, Buddah, sit what styles should we kick