Luyện nghe bài hát Two Scoops of Raisins

Yo man, I'm man
Ay whatchu want man? You want breakfast or somethin'?
I want a lil', lil' somethin', yeah, yea and cereal or somethin'
Somethin' man, a little breakfast food, y'know?
Mmm, I don't know man, let's see what I got in my
(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
you wish
Upon a
Upon a
To follow
To follow
And you are
And you are
over here, party over there

Look, I made ya look, ya crook
Then picked your pocket, watch me
Like I'm a Menace, so call me hip-hop's Dennis
So open and say
(Ahh)
And slide my yolk, in your 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 call me 'cuz I took your fruity pebbles
like an office on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat troop
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, just a hill of beans
I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick,

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

Or LaMont, or Rollo, down at the,
Come follow me now I don't
(Bo, Sue?)
Even En Vogue, be tellin' me ya go
When it's 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 your judo 'cuz you're a Menudo
Emcee gettin' like vegetables

Ahh, cabbage is a cabbage, a lettuce is a
I'ma tear this 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 than Wilt the Stilt so you can me the Stiltest
You're takin' shorts Arnold, so what chu talkin bout, Willis?

Willis?
Yeah
ain't talkin' about nuthin'
It's strokes
get back to umm, breakfast foods
Because it's, in the mornin'

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

To keep the hot raw, I'm rollin',
Bowlin', spare me, fuss ya mouth mush
Lush excessive like a Jefferson
Movin' on up progressive, one for your brain, cell
And I get through, you say,"Aww, hell man"
that I free 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 emcees are with the wind
Kickin' the dumber rhyme, I'm not a
But I'm fresh, heatin' up like the summertime, summer
I'm a dime a dozen, but I you buzzin'
Like a bee, a dozen is in the toilet
I flush the dime and I'm not a leader
'Cuz I Rhyme, a rhyme
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)
It's blo pop
(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, like you spinach
Then it's, 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 Well, you just check
'Cuz you what we need
What can I

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

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

With the point to the next joint, so tell Spike about it
I'm all that, that bitch be writin home about it
Shout it out, praise the Lord,
This could be love, but umm, let em fool ya
'Cuz when I do ya, come down come down after me
Yeah, Sugar Plums but umm, I gotta run
Run Jesse Run, keep hope
I'm down with the B-boys, 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 school of knocks, in a circle
Pass the sess blunt, yeah stud, you know?
I wanna go bang, I said, bang-o, bang-oh

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