Luyện nghe bài hát Two Blocks and A Double Bass

Sing the Celestial Man
the thing your mother gave ya!
Tear your lungs out, scream heart
Be on your 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
off the dark, put on the light
And he said 'You and your big cheeks got me'
Along 'Disarm' and 'Flooded Quarry'
Turn off the with the beat-box detox
Pull off the pace, while you sing no socks
Lampshades, carpets, the black
You make the hands laugh as they clap
You make my mouth with support acts
They even match you in talent - ignore that!
Gary Dunne and Newton Faulkner wrong
He's got me singing to 'Amerikan Song'
pedal class is used as weaponry
You know your enemy
Gotta check distance
talk, only whisper
Slap the base so you get blisters
Chikka boom, boom, boom
JP beat-box, as flip-flops
Doing the hip hop, with the warm sock
And Stephanie up, up by the mic stand
This ain't no fake, music in your hand
As you run the centre of the crowd
Silence like water
You just shout 'Wow!'
How did they even have the to do it ?
If your name's Nizlopi, then there much to it
'Cos you and your big cheeks have got me spinning now