Luyện nghe bài hát Two Scoops Of Raisins

[Immens] Yo man.. I'm man
[Common] Ay whatchu want man? You want breakfast or somethin?
[Immens] I a lil lil somethin.. yeah yea milk and cereal or somethin
Somethin man! a little breakfast food y'know?
[Common] Mmm I know man (ay) let's see what 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] you wish
[I] you wish
[C] a star
[I] a star
[C] To what?
[I] To follow
[C] And you are!
[I] And you are!
[C] Party over here, party over
[I]

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

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

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

Or LaMont, or Rollo, down at the,
Come follow me now (BO! Where's Sue?) I know
Even En Vogue, be me ya don't go
When it's time for show (yea) says
ho (ho) ho (ho) couldn't be a
I never slip, kick it like a Damme Van flip
So don't come with your judo, cause you're a Menudo
gettin 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 the wack tracks
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 shorts Arnold, so what chu talkin bout, Willis?

[I] Willis?
[C] Yeah
[I] ain't talkin about nuthin!
[C] It's Strokes
[I] Let's get back to umm, breakfast
[I] because it's, in the mornin..

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

To keep the hot raw, I'm rollin,
Bowlin - spare me! Fuss ya mouth mush
Lush alcohol's like a Jefferson
Movin on up --
One for your brain, cell
And when I get through, you say -- aww man!
Styles I free won't, stop til the end
Paper I go on and go on the pen
Get a max of funk, attack or *huff, huff*
One blow, and emcees are gone the wind
Kickin the dumber rhyme, I'm not a
but I'm fresh, heatin up the summertime, summer rhyme
I'm a dime a dozen, but I you buzzin
like a bee, a dozen attempts is in the
Cause I flush the and I'm not a Leader
I Busta Rhyme, a rhyme
If I kick Rakim, you +Run For Cover+ brother
But I kick it with Petey cause I'm just 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, makin ya eye pop, like you spinach
Then it's, to let you know
We count it up, one two and fo'

[I] UHH! it up
[C] Nah we count it down
[I] Nah man, we're count it up
[C] Mmmm, let's get back to that umm, food tip though, the tip
[I] Food tip? you just check
[C] you know what we need
[I] What can I

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

Around and and upside down and upside down we go
WHOAHHHHH! I'ma sneak in the 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 Bucktown into
You're just a field kid, and I'm a touchdown
With the next point to the next joint, so Spike about it
I'm all that, that your bitch be home about it
it out, praise the Lord, hallelujah!
This be love, but umm, don't let em fool ya
Cause when I do ya, come down come down after me
Yeah sorry Sugar Plums but umm, I run
Run Jesse Run, keep alive
I'm with the b-boys, FUCK the Jackson 5
You jive-ass turkey, be
You can get ill, but don't, ME, HURT ME
Or urk me, cause see I'll outsmart you the Urkel
at the school of hard knocks, in a circle
Pass the sess blunt, yeah stud, you ain't
I wanna go bang, I said, bang-o, bang-oh
or bojangle jangle on the jaw
Hip-hip, hooray, oh now you wanna be all
Don't or pull, or you'll see, I'ma wreck it out
MC's be checkin in but they don't be out
I em out on the canvas
So click your heels twice and take ass back to KANSAS..