Luyện nghe bài hát Two Blocks and A Double Bass

Sing the Celestial Man
Shake the thing mother gave ya!
Tear your out, scream your heart
Be on your worst
I'd wager you're gonna take it
Make you fight nature, born and in
Funk those things that make you go bump in the
off the dark, put on the light
And he said 'You and your big have got me'
Along with 'Disarm' and Quarry'
Turn off the base the beat-box detox
Pull off the pace, while you with no socks
Lampshades, carpets, the black
You make the room's hands laugh as clap
You make my mouth water with acts
They could even match you in - ignore that!
Gary Dunne and Faulkner ain't wrong
got me singing to 'Amerikan Folk Song'
Loop pedal class is as weaponry
You know your enemy
Gotta your distance
Don't talk, only
Slap the base so you get blisters
Chikka boom, boom, chikka
JP beat-box, as flip-flops
Doing the hip hop, mixed with the sock
And propped up, up by the mic stand
This ain't no fake, it's in your hand
As you run the centre of the crowd
Silence falls water
You just shout 'Wow!'
How did they even the guts to do it ?
If name's Nizlopi, then there ain't much to it
you and your big cheeks have got me spinning around now