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

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

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

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

He's pitchin' a fastball, you swing and you
But seven away clown, you're smellin' the piss
Drippin' offa your forehead, rollin' to New Mexico
You're caught in a bid troop, you thought you was

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

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

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

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

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 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, Dent, call me Bucky
Rogers I'm nice, I float in wild
Dr Smith, I'm dope, yo Sparky Lyle

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

My hot dog is done, I'm in the dugout, it
I know I wreck shop, tip-top, heads bop, 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 time for rats with cats in Bristol
I'm moves yo man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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