Luyện nghe bài hát True Fuschnick

I wanna grow up cuz I'm a True Fuschnick
We got a styles that we compile
That we can with
I'm a what? I am a True Fushnick
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So sit Buddah sit what lyrical should we kick?
I'm a rowdy roddy piper I my dread sherlock Holmes
The the richer the bigger the dread
So I need no honeycomb
So eeney miney mo good goobelly goo I bumped my toe
Oh-oh, "oh-oh better get Maoco" chocolate Chip's to flow
The super the cola the fraja the listic 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
with the same FU style I'm and wild and versatile
When the mic is gripped by Chip you believe it's worth your

Pause for the stop make way hurry up
Here I come come
My lyrical styles are not to ifos nos in words
not soft son rocks it rigade raggamuffin say it backwards
Aggarniffum so abra Fu alacazam run follow me man
Put it by one phenomenon 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 make shapes 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, drats or triple or quadruple drats
Me big and me black and me hot up de spot G Jehosphats
Some mic's rhymes ain't jack nor Jill
and of my styles they o what I
doo wa diddy diddy dum 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 Fuschnick
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So sit, Buddah, sit lyrical styles should we kick?
n' roll, rock'n roll!
What's up with hip-hop, reggae, let's kick some
I'll be a braveman like Captain
bunga, yapple-daple
oh, snap! Holy batfu, an apple
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
I was small I had "Poc-Fu" on my nameplate belt
Then at last succotash I waste no more time
Used my noodle yankee came up with a rhyme
That was wild, bugged, delirious,
Damn! it's hard
That's word to Jerry
Knocking heads off shoulders rippin' em
you can ask iddy (why?) he know what I mean
Cuz I'm a
I'm a True, what? I am a Fuschnick
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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 with 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 excess called waste
But a taste of oriental Fu
No haste as I
Gogoo gogoo,
Styles that'll have you becomin' a too
Psyche!
Wait a minute, you that I was finished
Beginnin' in a hum in a beat drum

You like it, it's comin' from the Tribe, 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 upon the scene like a
master
Crazy zany out styles
that had ya in a dimension as I
A True Fu
All attention to the
Styles I am kickin', whippin', flexin, never flippin
Asian that is hittin' until my cup runneth over
a boulder never told ya
The M.O. was in of
Oriental to compile or get with
Fiend as I hold the mic with a tight
Slipped!
Ha, ha, ha!
That's what you get you mess around with a True Fuschnick
I'm a True, I am a True Fuschnick
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So sit, Buddah, sit what lyrical styles should we