Luyện nghe bài hát Two Scoops Of Raisins

[Immens] Yo man.. I'm man
[Common] Ay whatchu want man? You want some breakfast or
[Immens] I a lil lil somethin.. yeah yea milk and cereal or somethin
Somethin man! Just a little breakfast food
[Common] Mmm I don't know man (ay) let's see I got in my cabinet
[Immens] Hold on let me see I got in my cabinet
Somebody hit me with a little, or groove, knahmsayin?
Yeah, food, UHH!

[C] When you
[I] you wish
[C] Upon a
[I] a star
[C] To what?
[I] To follow
[C] And you are!
[I] And you are!
[C] Party over here, over there
[I]

Look! I ya look, ya dirty crook
Then your pocket, watch me book..
.. like Guiness I'm a Menace, so me hip-hop's Dennis
So wide, and say (AHHHHH)
And I'ma slide my yolk, in throat, and watch ya choke
on the Uh the Ah the Uh the Daddy

Stroke Daddy Money, if my name was Sunny
I'd share a scoop, shit like Rebels
You can call me Barney, cause I took your Fruity -
Dibble like an office on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat
Drop the loop, then a scooper hoop ya a hula
To school a I present, a church to repent
I get you Guess'n jeans, you're just a hill of beans
I'm all jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick..

The razzamatazz oh please oh please give me just one more blast
I +Gett Off+ like Prince, but I don't have to my ass
Pass the rest, like a test, if you slip you'll get ripped
with your handicapped pass route, and Tales the Crypt
I whip on that ass base ba-bay
The is good-GOOBELY-goo, ask Gravy

Or LaMont, or Rollo, down at the,
Come me now (BO! Where's Sue?) I don't know
En Vogue, be tellin me ya don't go
When it's for show (yea) everyone says
ho (ho) ho (ho) be a slider
I never slip, kick it like a Damme Van flip
So don't come with your judo, you're just a Menudo
emcee chewed like vegetables

Ahhhhh cabbage is a cabbage, a is a lettuce
I'ma tear this joint into scraps
I bust raps, perhaps caps, and trap the wack
Givin the max, for the minimum, not the for the max
Get more sex than Wilt the so you can call me the Stiltest
You're takin like Arnold, so what chu talkin bout, Willis?

[I] Bout
[C] Willis
[I] ain't talkin about nuthin!
[C] It's Different
[I] Let's get back to umm, foods
[I] because it's, in the mornin..

Well you can have your Wheaties
[Immens] You can have Flakes
You can have your Kix
[Immens] And you can have Trix
[Common] You can your POUNDcakes
You can have your Loops
[*both*] But you gotta get your Two Scoops!

To the hot raw, I'm rollin, rollin
Bowlin - me! Fuss ya hushed mouth mush
Lush alcohol's excessive like a
Movin on up --
One time for your brain,
And when I get through, you say -- aww man!
Styles that I won't, stop til the end
Paper I go on and go on the pen
Get a max of funk, or sunk *huff, huff*
One blow, and emcees are gone the wind
Kickin the rhyme, I'm not a print
but I'm fresh, up like the summertime, summer rhyme
I'm a dime a dozen, but I you buzzin
a bee, a dozen attempts is in the toilet
Cause I flush the and I'm not a Leader
cause I Rhyme, a rhyme
If I kick Rakim, you +Run For Cover+ brother
But I kick it with cause I'm just another mother (sucker)
Blo Pop (it's Blo Pop time)
It's Blo Pop (it's Blo Pop time)
In the mix, the dimension, J.B., and
It's seven, not six, my extra-large
but I wear, I wear I wear it well DeBarge
to the finish, ya eye pop, like you ain't spinach
Then it's, to let you know
We count it up, one two and fo'

[I] UHH! it up
[C] Nah we gon' it down
[I] Nah man, we're gonna it up
[C] Mmmm, let's get to that umm, food tip though, the breakfast tip
[I] Food tip? Well you just
[C] Cause you know we need
[I] What can I

[Common] You can your Life
[Immens] You can have your
[Common] You can have Puffs
[Immens] You can your Pebbles
[Common] You can your Krunch
[Immens] And you can have Loops
[*both*] But you gotta get your Two Scoops!

Around and round and down and upside down we go
WHOAHHHHH! sneak in the front row
Not Jethro, I'm not a Jethro, on row
I don't Monie's hat, but I was a Monkey +in the Middle+
Hey diddle, you can Kibble a Bit
I take a squat, and booty MC's be OOOOHHH SHIT!
Yo, I turn into Fucktown
You're just a field kid, and I'm a touchdown
With the point to the next joint, so tell Spike about it
I'm all that, that your be writin home about it
Shout it out, the Lord, hallelujah!
could be love, but umm, don't let em fool ya
Cause when I do ya, come down come after me come
Yeah sorry Plums but umm, I gotta run
Run Jesse Run, hope alive
I'm down the b-boys, FUCK the Jackson 5
You turkey, a-pit-apitta-a-aperk be
You can get ill, but don't, ME, HURT ME
Or urk me, cause see I'll outsmart you like the
at the school of hard knocks, in a circle
Pass the blunt, yeah stud, you ain't know?
I go bang, I said, bang-o, bang-oh bang-oh
or bojangle jingle on the jaw
Hip-hip, hooray, oh now you wanna be all
Don't push or pull, or you'll see, I'ma it out
MC's be checkin in but they don't be out
I leave em out on the
So click heels twice and take your ass back to KANSAS..