Luyện nghe bài hát Two Scoops Of Raisins

[Immens] Yo man.. I'm man
[Common] Ay want man? You want some breakfast or somethin?
[Immens] I want a lil lil somethin.. yeah yea milk and or somethin
Somethin man! a little breakfast food y'know?
[Common] Mmm I don't know man (ay) see what I got in my cabinet
[Immens] on let me see what 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 follow
[I] To follow
[C] And you are!
[I] And you are!
[C] Party over here, party over
[I]

Look! I made ya look, ya dirty
Then picked your pocket, me book..
.. like Guiness I'm a Menace, so call me hip-hop's
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 Long-Stroke

Stroke Long Daddy Money, if my was Sunny
I'd a scoop, Runnin shit like Rebels
You can call me Barney, cause I took Fruity - Pebbles
like an office on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat troop
Drop the loop, then a scooper 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 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 then get ripped
your handicapped pass route, and Tales From the Crypt
I whip on that ass like 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
Even En Vogue, be tellin me ya go
When it's for show (yea) everyone says
ho (ho) ho (ho) be a slider
cause I never slip, kick it like a Van flip
So don't come with your judo, cause you're a Menudo
emcee chewed like vegetables

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

[I] Bout
[C] Yeah
[I] Willis talkin about nuthin!
[C] Different Strokes
[I] Let's get back to umm, breakfast
[I] it's, early in the mornin..

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

To the hot raw, I'm rollin, rollin
Bowlin - spare me! Fuss ya hushed 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 that I won't, stop til the end
I go on and go on with the pen
Get a max of funk, attack or sunk *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 keep you
like a bee, a attempts is in the toilet
Cause I flush the dime and I'm not a
I Busta Rhyme, a rhyme
If I kick with Rakim, you +Run For Cover+
But I it with Petey 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
seven, not six, my shirt extra-large
but I wear, I wear I it well like DeBarge
to the finish, ya eye pop, like you ain't spinach
it's, time 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, 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] can I have?

[Common] You can your Life
[Immens] You can have Bran
[Common] You can your Puffs
You can have your Pebbles
[Common] You can your Krunch
[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 wear Monie's hat, but I was a +in the Middle+
Hey diddle, you can Kibble a Bit
I take a squat, and MC's be sayin OOOOHHH SHIT!
Yo, I turn into Fucktown
You're just a field goal kid, and I'm a
With the next point to the next joint, so tell about it
I'm all that, that your bitch be 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 down after me come
Yeah sorry Sugar Plums but umm, I run
Run Jesse Run, keep hope
I'm down with the b-boys, the Jackson 5
You turkey, a-pit-apitta-a-aperk be
You can get ill, but don't, HURT ME, ME
Or urk me, see I'll outsmart you like the Urkel
B-boys at the school of hard knocks, in a
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 see, I'ma wreck it out
MC's be checkin in but don't be checkin out
I leave em out on the
So click your heels twice and take ass back to KANSAS..