Luyện nghe bài hát Two Scoops of Raisins

Yo man, I'm man
Ay want man? You want some breakfast or somethin'?
I want a lil', lil' somethin', yeah, yea and cereal or somethin'
Somethin' man, just a little food, y'know?
Mmm, I don't know man, see what I got in my cabinet
(Ay)
Hold on, let me see what I got in my
Somebody hit me with a little, baseline or groove,
Yeah, food, uhh

When you
When you
a star
Upon a
To what?
To what?
And you are
And you are
over here, party over there

Look, I ya look, ya dirty crook
picked your pocket, watch me book
Like Guiness I'm a Menace, so call me hip-hop's
So open and say
(Ahh)
And I'ma slide my yolk, in your throat, and watch ya
On the uh, the ah, the uh, the Long-Stroke

Stroke Daddy money, if my name was Sunny
I'd share a scoop, shit like rebels
You can call me Barney 'cuz I took fruity pebbles
Dibble an office on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat troop
Drop the loop, then a scooper hoop ya a hula
To school a fool I present, a to repent
I get you 'n like jeans, you're just a hill of beans
I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick,

The razzamatazz, oh please, oh
Just give me just one blast
I gett off Prince, but I don't have to show my ass
the rest, like a test, if you slip then you'll get ripped
With your pass route, and tales from the crypt
I whip on that ass base ba-bay
The Sense is good, goobely, goo, ask

Or LaMont, or Rollo, at the, Apollo
Come follow me now I don't
(Bo, Sue?)
Even En Vogue, be me ya don't go
When time for show, everyone says
(Yea)

Ho, ho, couldn't be a
(Ho, ho)
'Cuz I slip, kick it like a Damme Van flip
So don't come with your judo you're just a Menudo
Emcee gettin' like vegetables

Ahh, is a cabbage, a lettuce is a lettuce
tear this whole joint into scraps
I bust raps, perhaps caps, and 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 what chu talkin bout,

'Bout
Willis
Willis ain't about nuthin'
different strokes
Let's get back to umm, foods
it's, early in the mornin'

Well, you can have your
You can have your
You can your kix
And you can your trix
You can have your
You can your loops
But you still get your two scoops

To the hot raw, I'm rollin', rollin'
Bowlin', me, fuss ya hushed mouth mush
Lush alcohol's excessive like a
Movin' on up progressive, one time for your brain,
And I get through, you say,"Aww, hell man"
Styles I free won't, stop 'til the end
I go on and go on with the pen
Get a max of funk, attack or

One blow, and are gone with the wind
the dumber rhyme, I'm not a print
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 is in the toilet
'Cuz I flush the dime and I'm not a
'Cuz I Busta Rhyme, a
If I with Rakim, you run for cover brother

But I it with Petey 'cuz 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 wear I wear it well DeBarge
To the finish, makin' ya eye pop, like you ain't
it's, time to let you know
We it up, one two three and fo'

Uhh, it up
Nah we count it down
Nah man, we're count it up
Mmm, get back to that umm
Food tip though, the tip
Food tip? Well, you just
'Cuz you know what we
can I have?

You can have your
You can have your
You can have puffs
You can have your
You can have krunch
And you can have your
But you still get your two scoops

Around and and upside down and upside down we go
ahh, I'ma sneak in the front row
Not Jethro, I'm not a Jethro, on row
I wear Monie's hat, but I was a monkey in the middle
Hey, diddle, you can Kibble a Bit
I a squat, and booty MC's be sayin', "Ooh, shit"
Yo, I turn bucktown fucktown
You're just a goal kid, and I'm a touchdown

the next point to the next joint, so tell Spike about it
I'm all that, that your be writin home about it
it out, praise the Lord, Hallelujah
This could be love, but umm, don't let em ya
'Cuz when I do ya, come down come down me come
Yeah, sorry Sugar Plums but umm, I run
Run Jesse Run, 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 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 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 you'll see, wreck it out
be checkin' 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