Luyện nghe bài hát Two Blocks and A Double Bass

Sing the song Man
the thing your mother gave ya!
Tear lungs out, scream your heart
Be on worst behaviour
I'd wager that gonna take it
Make you nature, born and raised in
Funk those things that you go bump in the night
Turn off the dark, put on the
And he said 'You and your big have got me'
Along with 'Disarm' and Quarry'
Turn off the base with the beat-box
Pull off the pace, while you sing no socks
Lampshades, carpets, the black
You make the room's hands laugh as clap
You make my mouth with support acts
They could match you in talent - ignore that!
Dunne and Newton Faulkner ain't wrong
He's got me singing to 'Amerikan Song'
Loop pedal is used as weaponry
You know your enemy
Gotta check distance
Don't talk, only
Slap the base so hard you get
boom, boom, chikka boom
JP beat-box, feet as
Doing the hip hop, mixed with the warm
And propped up, up by the mic stand
This ain't no fake, music in your hand
As you run into the centre of the
Silence falls like
You just shout 'Wow!'
How did they have the guts to do it ?
If your name's Nizlopi, there ain't much to it
'Cos you and your big have got me spinning around now