Luyện nghe bài hát Two Blocks and A Double Bass

Sing the song Man
the thing your mother gave ya!
Tear your lungs out, your heart
Be on your worst
I'd wager that you're take it
Make you fight nature, born and in
Funk things that make you go bump in the night
off the dark, put on the light
And he said 'You and big cheeks have got me'
Along with and 'Flooded Quarry'
Turn off the base the beat-box detox
off the pace, while you sing with no socks
Lampshades, carpets, the black
You make the hands laugh as they clap
You make my mouth water with acts
They could match you in talent - ignore that!
Gary Dunne and Faulkner ain't wrong
He's got me to 'Amerikan Folk Song'
pedal class is used as weaponry
You gotta your enemy
check your distance
Don't talk, whisper
Slap the so hard you get blisters
Chikka boom, boom, chikka
JP beat-box, feet as
Doing the hip hop, with the warm sock
And propped up, up by the mic stand
ain't no fake, it's music in your hand
As you run into the of the crowd
Silence like water
You just wanna 'Wow!'
How did they have the guts to do it ?
If your Nizlopi, then there ain't much to it
'Cos you and your big have got me spinning around now