Luyện nghe bài hát Two Scoops Of Raisins

[Immens] Yo man.. I'm man
[Common] Ay whatchu want man? You want some or somethin?
I want a lil lil somethin.. yeah yea milk and cereal or somethin
Somethin man! a little breakfast food y'know?
[Common] Mmm I don't 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 a little, baseline or groove, knahmsayin?
Yeah, food, UHH!

[C] you wish
[I] you wish
[C] Upon a
[I] a star
[C] To follow
[I] To follow
[C] And you are!
[I] And you are!
[C] over here, party over there
[I]

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

Stroke Daddy Money, if my name was Sunny
I'd share a scoop, Runnin like Rebels
You can call me Barney, cause I took Fruity - Pebbles
Dibble like an on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat troop
the loop, then a scooper hoop ya like a hula
To a fool I present, a church 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 razzamatazz oh please oh 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 you'll get
with your handicapped pass route, and From the Crypt
I on that ass like base ba-bay
The is good-GOOBELY-goo, ask Gravy

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

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

[I] Bout
[C] Yeah
[I] Willis ain't about nuthin!
[C] It's Strokes
[I] Let's get to umm, breakfast foods
[I] it's, early in the mornin..

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

To the hot raw, I'm rollin, rollin
Bowlin - spare me! Fuss ya hushed mouth
Lush alcohol's excessive like a
on up -- progressive
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, attack or *huff, huff*
One blow, and emcees are with the wind
Kickin the rhyme, I'm not a print
but I'm fresh, heatin up like the summertime, summer
I'm a dime a dozen, but I you buzzin
like a bee, a dozen is in the toilet
I flush the dime and I'm not a Leader
cause I Busta Rhyme, a
If I kick with Rakim, you +Run For Cover+
But I kick it with Petey cause I'm just mother (sucker)
Blo Pop (it's Blo Pop time)
Blo Pop time (it's Blo Pop time)
In the mix, the dimension, J.B., and
seven, not six, my shirt extra-large
but I wear, I wear I it well like DeBarge
to the finish, makin ya eye pop, you ain't spinach
Then it's, to let you know
We it up, one two three and fo'

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

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

Around and round and upside down and upside we go
WHOAHHHHH! sneak in the front row
Not Jethro, I'm not a Jethro, on row
I don't wear Monie's hat, but I was a Monkey +in the
Hey diddle diddle, you can a Bit
I take a squat, and booty be sayin OOOOHHH SHIT!
Yo, I turn Bucktown Fucktown
You're a field goal 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 writin home it
it out, praise the Lord, hallelujah!
This could be love, but umm, let em fool ya
Cause I do ya, come down come down after me come
Yeah sorry Sugar but umm, I gotta run
Run Jesse Run, keep hope
I'm down 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 outsmart you like the Urkel
at the school of hard knocks, in a circle
Pass the sess blunt, yeah stud, you know?
I go bang, I said, bang-o, bang-oh bang-oh
or jingle jangle on the jaw
Hip-hip, hooray, oh now you be all lovable?
Don't or pull, or you'll see, I'ma wreck it out
MC's be checkin in but they be checkin out
I em out on the canvas
So click your heels twice and your ass back to KANSAS..