Luyện nghe bài hát Two Scoops of Raisins

Yo man, I'm man
Ay whatchu want man? You want breakfast or somethin'?
I a lil', lil' somethin', yeah, yea milk and cereal or somethin'
man, just a little breakfast food, y'know?
Mmm, I don't man, let's see what 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

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

Look, I ya look, ya dirty crook
Then picked your pocket, me book
Guiness I'm a Menace, so call 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 Long money, if my name was Sunny
I'd share a scoop, shit like rebels
You can call me Barney 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 school a fool I present, a 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 just one more
I off like Prince, but I don't have to show my ass
Pass the rest, like a test, if you 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 me now I don't know
(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)
'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 like

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

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

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

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

One blow, and emcees are gone with the
the dumber 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
'Cuz I flush the and I'm not a leader
'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)
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 DeBarge
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 gon' count it
Nah man, gonna count it up
Mmm, let's get back to umm
Food tip though, the tip
tip? Well, you just check
'Cuz you what we need
can I have?

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

Around and 'round and upside down and down we go
ahh, I'ma sneak in the front 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, you can Kibble a Bit
I take a squat, and MC's be sayin', "Ooh, shit"
Yo, I turn bucktown into
just a field goal kid, and I'm a touchdown

With the next point to the next joint, so tell Spike it
I'm all that, that your bitch be writin 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 down after me come
Yeah, sorry Plums but umm, I gotta run
Run Run, keep hope alive
I'm down with the B-boys, 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 sess blunt, yeah stud, you ain't
I wanna go bang, I said, bang-o, bang-oh

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