Luyện nghe bài hát Two Scoops Of Raisins

[Immens] Yo man.. I'm man
[Common] Ay whatchu want man? You some breakfast or somethin?
I want a lil lil somethin.. yeah yea milk and cereal or somethin
Somethin man! Just a little breakfast y'know?
[Common] Mmm I don't know man (ay) let's see what I got in my
[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] When you
[C] Upon a
[I] a star
[C] To follow
[I] To follow
[C] And you are!
[I] And you are!
[C] Party over here, over there
[I]

Look! I made ya look, ya crook
picked your pocket, watch 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 Daddy

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

The razzamatazz oh please oh please just give me just one blast
I +Gett Off+ 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 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
it's time for show (yea) everyone says
ho (ho) ho (ho) couldn't be a
cause I never slip, it like a Damme Van flip
So don't come with your judo, cause just a Menudo
emcee gettin chewed vegetables

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

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

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

To the hot raw, I'm rollin, rollin
Bowlin - me! Fuss ya hushed mouth mush
Lush excessive like a Jefferson
Movin on up --
One time for brain, cell
And when I get through, you say -- aww man!
Styles that I free won't, til the end
I go on and go on with the pen
Get a max of funk, or sunk *huff, huff*
One blow, and emcees are with the wind
Kickin the rhyme, I'm not a print
but I'm fresh, heatin up the summertime, summer rhyme
I'm a dime a dozen, but I keep you
a bee, a dozen attempts is in the toilet
Cause I 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 Petey cause I'm just another 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
It's seven, not six, my shirt
but I wear, I I wear it well like 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, get back to that umm, food tip though, the breakfast tip
[I] Food Well you just check
[C] Cause you know what we
[I] What can I

[Common] You can your Life
[Immens] You can have your
[Common] You can have Puffs
[Immens] You can have your
[Common] You can your Krunch
[Immens] And you can have your
But you still gotta get your Two Scoops!

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