Luyện nghe bài hát True Fuschnick

I don't wanna up cuz I'm a True Fuschnick
We got a million that we compile
we can play with
I'm a True what? I am a Fushnick
3X
So sit Buddah sit lyrical styles should we kick?
I'm a rowdy roddy piper I flash my dread sherlock
The thicker the richer the the dread
So I don't no honeycomb
So eeney meeney miney mo good goo I bumped my toe
Oh-oh, "oh-oh get Maoco" chocolate Chip's about 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 when i raps it up 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 it's worth

Pause for the cause stop way hurry up
Here I come come
My lyrical 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 come 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
Don't i
So Fe hello hifi Fu fo, i shapes with Pay-dough re me
far then 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 it's rotten in other 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 Jehosphats
Some mic's rhymes saying jack nor Jill
and of my styles peak-a-boo o what 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, what I am a True
3X
So sit, Buddah, sit what lyrical styles we kick?
Rock n' roll, roll!
What's up with hip-hop, reggae, let's kick soul
I'll be a braveman like Captain
Unga bunga,
oh, snap! batfu, it's an apple
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 suffering succotash I waste no more time
Used my noodle doodle came up with a rhyme
was wild, bugged, delirious, looney
Damn! hittin' hard
That's to Jerry Cooney
heads off shoulders rippin' em clean
you can even ask iddy (why?) he know what I
Cuz I'm a
I'm a True, what? I am a True
3X
So sit, Buddah sit what styles should we kick?
Moc's on wax grip, this no demo
Don't even try to flex or uck-fay my
Mental contender,
Time for training,
Agenda. The M.O. also the Asian
In fact I will attract, shock shit, a True
Classified as I to the crip
Not a to the limit, upset, confused,
you gotta
From the excess food waste
But a taste of oriental Fu
No haste as I
gogoo, nanoo-nanoo
Styles that'll have you a Fuschnick too
Psyche!
Wait a minute, you that I was finished
Beginnin' in a hum endin' in a beat

You like it, it's comin' from the Tribe, by side
stage is the Moc
Unifying lyrics until my tongue
Considered as an mc
Techniques could be beat, you so?
Hell, no!
Romp and rage the scene like a lyrical
Ninja
Crazy zany voiced out
had ya in a dimension as I mentioned
A Fu steppin'
All attention to the
that I am kickin', whippin', flexin, never flippin
Asian that is hittin' until my cup runneth over
Like a never told ya
The M.O. was in of
Oriental styles to or get with
Fiend as I hold the mic a tight grip
Slipped!
Ha, ha, ha!
That's what you get when you mess around with a Fuschnick
I'm a True, what? I am a True
3X
So sit, Buddah, sit what lyrical styles should we