Luyện nghe bài hát Two Scoops of Raisins

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

you wish
When you
Upon a
a star
To what?
To follow
And you are
And you are
Party over here, party over

Look, I made ya look, ya crook
Then picked your pocket, me book
Like Guiness I'm a Menace, so me hip-hop's Dennis
So wide and say
(Ahh)
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, runnin' shit rebels
You can me Barney 'cuz I took your fruity pebbles
Dibble like an office on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat
Drop the loop, then a scooper hoop ya like a
To school a I present, a church to repent
I get you guess 'n like jeans, you're a hill of beans
I'm all jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick

The razzamatazz, oh please, oh
give me just 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 the crypt
I whip on that ass like base
The is good, goobely, goo, ask Gravy

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

Ho, ho, couldn't be a
(Ho, ho)
I never slip, kick it like a Damme Van flip
So don't come with judo 'cuz you're just a Menudo
gettin' chewed like vegetables

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

'Bout
Yeah
Willis ain't talkin' nuthin'
different strokes
Let's get back to umm, breakfast
Because it's, in the mornin'

Well, you can have wheaties
You can your flakes
You can your kix
And you can have your
You can your poundcakes
You can your loops
But you still get your two scoops

To the hot raw, I'm rollin', rollin'
Bowlin', spare me, fuss ya hushed mush
Lush alcohol's excessive a Jefferson
on up progressive, one time for your brain, cell
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

One blow, and are gone with the wind
Kickin' the dumber rhyme, I'm not a
But I'm fresh, up like the summertime, summer rhyme
I'm a dime a dozen, but I keep you
a bee, a dozen attempts is in the toilet
'Cuz I flush the and I'm not a leader
'Cuz I Rhyme, a rhyme
If I kick Rakim, you run for cover brother

But I kick it with Petey 'cuz 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
It's seven, not six, my extra-large
But I wear, I wear I wear it well like
To the finish, makin' ya eye pop, you ain't spinach
Then it's, time to let you
We it up, one two three and fo'

Uhh, it up
Nah we count it down
Nah man, gonna count it up
Mmm, let's get to that umm
tip though, the breakfast tip
Food Well, you just check
'Cuz you what we need
What can I

You can your life
You can have your
You can have your
You can have pebbles
You can have your
And you can have your
But you gotta get your two scoops

Around and and upside down and upside down we go
Whoa ahh, 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', "Ooh, shit"
Yo, I bucktown into fucktown
You're just a field kid, and I'm a touchdown

With the next point to the next joint, so tell Spike it
I'm all that, that your be writin home about it
Shout it out, praise the Lord,
This be love, but umm, don't let em fool ya
'Cuz when I do ya, come down come down me come
Yeah, sorry Plums 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, hurt me, me
Or urk me 'cuz see I'll you like the Urkel
B-boys at the of hard knocks, in a circle
Pass the blunt, yeah stud, you ain't know?
I wanna go bang, I said, bang-o, bang-oh

Or bojangle jangle on the jaw
Hip-hip, hooray, oh now you be all lovable?
push or pull, or you'll see, I'ma wreck it out
MC's be checkin' in but they don't be out
I leave em out on the
So click your heels twice and take your ass to Kansas