Luyện nghe bài hát Two Brothers with Checks (San Francisco, Harvey)

Yeah is a story about two brothers with big big checks
And white Cadillacs; and they was fly from the South
So it out

My wicky wicky is unbearable for this world and the planet boy
I swing at the store, buy a lunch, play
Supercat rats, with chemicals at the bottom
I'm gold with enzymes, connections I got 'em

One thing, two things, like ? blow
Recto and Smekto, go get my boy
(Let's go)
Let's see Babe Grim and his

He's pitchin' a fastball, you and you miss
But seven times clown, you're smellin' the piss
Drippin' offa your forehead, rollin' down to New
You're in a bid troop, you thought you was flexible

X-able, Expos
Hypodermic you it, you pick it up and you learn it
Now you're with zinc as it kicks with the sodium
Pele came just to sign some autographs

He laughed and he left, went to El
For and some bacon my Philadelphia steak 'em
I got a in my pants, I said, "Asalaam alaikum"
Got a new jacket was breakin' out to the trainin'

I danced and danced and danced and
And danced and and danced then I sat on the toilet
Wrote a rhyme and then ordered, now I'm and winnin'
Got the girlies up on it, cause I'm kickin' and

and lickin', can you do me a favor
Can you go get the chicken, as you see we're a
When we roll we're just easin', up to and Pakistan
There's never no treason, we're, "Treated with respect"

Two brothers with checks, yo that is fly
San Francisco,
Two brothers with checks, yo that is fly
San Francisco,

Two brothers with checks, yo Caddy is fly
San Francisco,

from Cooperstown, swingin' like Don Han
Rhythm X in the box
Thurman Munson, left while I swing right
And change courses and

Atlanta, Alabama Savannah
I kick a rhyme a ball to Indiana
Missouri, Kentucky, like Dent, me Bucky
Rogers I'm nice, I in space wild
Dr Smith, I'm dope, yo watch Sparky

As I a spitball, my slider and check back
The stadium's packed rope, the people get back
And walk to the plate, yo Grody, pause
Swing swing swipe I get on my third strike

My hot dog is done, I'm in the dugout, it
I know I shop, tip-top, heads bop, heads drop
And rappers get senile
to the plate, see the catcher, pitcher

You in the man, you be the fan
Supercat, Don Don Dada
I the field in New York, and hit Jamaica
Giants I roll like San Francisco, Harvey
No for rats with cats in Bristol playin'
I'm moves yo man

Two brothers checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco,
Two brothers with checks, yo that is fly
San Francisco,

Two brothers checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco,
Two brothers with checks, yo that is fly
San Francisco,

Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea,

"Alright, you win, take you to Fair Lanes
Just off the heat Aow
Ha ha ha ha hah
Yo, now I'm stylin' profilin' like I'm rip-rarin' Cadillac
We got big in our banks on the street, yeah

up, swingin' that bat like Joe Morgan
Catchin' that like Ray Fossey, Oakland
Cashin' them up at the Chemical

We cash 'em in Oakland, San Francisco whatever
Pick up honies in Cleveland, with the so damn clever
As I roll like I'm Charlie Hough, kickin' that down
The is wild, need the gas for a mile

So let's roll out and 'em, fire points by the parrish
Make a record like this, as we through the city
City, city, city,

'Cause
Two brothers with checks, yo that is fly
San Francisco,
Two with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco,

Two brothers with checks, yo Caddy is fly
San Francisco,
Two brothers checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco,

Two with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco,
Two with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco,

Two brothers with checks, yo Caddy is fly
San Francisco,