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 breakfast food y'know?
[Common] Mmm I don't man (ay) let's 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] Upon a
[I] Upon a
[C] To what?
[I] To what?
[C] And you are!
[I] And you are!
[C] Party here, party over there
[I]

Look! I made ya look, ya dirty
Then picked pocket, watch 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 Daddy

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

The razzamatazz oh please oh please just give me one more blast
I +Gett Off+ like Prince, but I have to show my ass
Pass the rest, like a test, if you slip you'll get ripped
with your handicapped pass route, and Tales From the
I whip on that ass like 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 don't
Even En Vogue, be me ya don't go
When time 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, you're just a Menudo
emcee gettin chewed vegetables

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

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

Well you can have your Wheaties
[Immens] You can have your
[Common] You can have Kix
[Immens] And you can have your
You can have your POUNDcakes
[Immens] You can have Loops
[*both*] But you gotta 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 time for your brain,
And I get through, you say -- aww hell man!
Styles I free 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 are gone with 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 dozen is in the toilet
Cause I flush the and I'm not a Leader
cause I Rhyme, a rhyme
If I kick with Rakim, you +Run For Cover+
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
seven, not six, my shirt extra-large
but I wear, I wear I wear it well DeBarge
to the finish, makin ya eye pop, you ain't spinach
it's, time 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, gonna count it up
[C] Mmmm, get back to that umm, food tip though, the breakfast tip
[I] Food tip? Well you just
[C] you know what we need
[I] What can I

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

Around and round and upside 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 diddle, you can a Bit
I a squat, and booty MC's be sayin OOOOHHH SHIT!
Yo, I turn Bucktown into
You're just a field goal kid, and I'm a
With the point to the next joint, so tell Spike about it
I'm all that, that bitch be writin home about it
it out, praise the Lord, hallelujah!
This could be love, but umm, don't let em ya
Cause when I do ya, come down come down after me
sorry Sugar Plums but umm, I gotta run
Run Run, keep 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 the Urkel
B-boys at the school of hard knocks, in a
Pass the sess blunt, 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 don't be checkin out
I leave em out on the
So click heels twice and take your ass back to KANSAS..