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 breakfast food,
Mmm, I don't know man, let's see I got in my cabinet
(Ay)
Hold on, let me see what I got in my
Somebody hit me a little, baseline or groove, knahmsayin'?
Yeah, food, uhh

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

Look, I made ya look, ya dirty
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 ya choke
On the uh, the ah, the uh, the Long-Stroke

Stroke Long money, if my name was Sunny
I'd a scoop, runnin' shit like rebels
You can call me 'cuz I took your fruity pebbles
Dibble an office on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat troop
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 just a of beans
I'm all jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick

The razzamatazz, oh please, oh
Just give me one more blast
I off like 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 handicapped 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, down at the,
Come me now I don't know
(Bo, Sue?)
En Vogue, be tellin' me ya don't go
When it's time for show, says
(Yea)

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

Ahh, cabbage is a cabbage, a lettuce is a
I'ma tear this whole joint into
I bust raps, perhaps caps, and trap the wack
the max, for the minimum, not the minimum 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
ain't talkin' about nuthin'
It's different
Let's get back to umm, foods
it's, early in the mornin'

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

To the hot raw, I'm rollin', rollin'
Bowlin', spare me, fuss ya hushed mouth
Lush alcohol's like a Jefferson
on up progressive, one time for your brain, cell
And I get through, you say,"Aww, hell 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

One blow, and emcees are with the wind
Kickin' the dumber rhyme, I'm not a
But I'm fresh, heatin' up like the summertime, rhyme
I'm a a dozen, but I keep you buzzin'
Like a bee, a dozen is in the toilet
'Cuz I the dime and I'm not a leader
'Cuz I Busta Rhyme, a
If I kick with Rakim, you run for brother

But I kick it with '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 extra-large
But I wear, I wear I it well like 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'

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

You can have your
You can have your
You can your puffs
You can have pebbles
You can have your
And you can have loops
But you still gotta get your two

Around and 'round and 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 wear hat, but I was a monkey in the middle
Hey, diddle diddle, you can a Bit
I take a squat, and booty be sayin', "Ooh, shit"
Yo, I turn bucktown fucktown
just a field goal kid, and I'm a touchdown

With the next point to the next joint, so tell 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
when I do ya, come down come down after me come
Yeah, sorry Sugar but umm, I gotta run
Run Jesse Run, keep alive
I'm down with the B-boys, fuck the 5

You jive-ass turkey, be
You can get ill, but don't, me, hurt me
Or urk me 'cuz see I'll outsmart you like the
B-boys at the of hard knocks, in a circle
Pass the sess blunt, yeah stud, you know?
I go bang, I said, bang-o, bang-oh bang-oh

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