Luyện nghe bài hát Two Scoops of Raisins

Yo man, I'm man
Ay whatchu want man? You want some breakfast or
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 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 follow
And you are
And you are
Party over here, party over

Look, I made ya look, ya crook
picked your pocket, watch me book
Like Guiness I'm a Menace, so call me Dennis
So wide and say
(Ahh)
And I'ma slide my yolk, in your throat, and watch ya
On the uh, the ah, the uh, the Daddy

Stroke Long Daddy money, if my name was
I'd share a scoop, shit like rebels
You can me Barney '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 a hula
To a fool I present, a church to repent
I get you guess 'n like jeans, you're just a hill of
I'm all jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick

The razzamatazz, oh please, oh
Just me just 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 pass route, and tales the crypt
I on that ass like base ba-bay
The Sense is good, goobely, goo, ask

Or LaMont, or Rollo, at the, Apollo
Come follow me now I know
(Bo, Sue?)
Even En Vogue, be tellin' me ya go
it's time for show, everyone says
(Yea)

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

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

'Bout
Willis
Willis talkin' about nuthin'
It's strokes
get back to umm, breakfast foods
Because it's, early in the

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

To keep the hot raw, I'm rollin',
Bowlin', spare me, fuss ya mouth mush
alcohol's excessive like a Jefferson
Movin' on up progressive, one time for your brain,
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
Kickin' the dumber rhyme, I'm not a
But I'm fresh, heatin' up the summertime, summer rhyme
I'm a dime a dozen, but I you buzzin'
Like a bee, a attempts 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 cover

But I kick it with Petey 'cuz I'm just another
(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 spinach
Then it's, time to let you
We count it up, one two and fo'

Uhh, it up
Nah we gon' count it
Nah man, we're gonna it up
Mmm, let's get to that umm
tip though, the breakfast tip
Food tip? Well, you check
'Cuz you know 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 your
But you gotta get your two scoops

and 'round and upside down and upside down we go
Whoa ahh, sneak in the front 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 take a squat, and MC's be sayin', "Ooh, shit"
Yo, I turn into fucktown
You're just a 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 be writin home about it
Shout it out, the Lord, Hallelujah
This be love, but umm, don't let em fool ya
'Cuz when I do ya, come down down after me come
Yeah, sorry Sugar Plums but umm, I run
Run Run, keep 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 'cuz see I'll outsmart you the Urkel
B-boys at the school of knocks, in a circle
Pass the sess blunt, stud, you ain't know?
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
Don't push or pull, or see, I'ma wreck it out
MC's be 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