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', somethin', yeah, yea milk and cereal or somethin'
Somethin' man, just a breakfast food, y'know?
Mmm, I don't know man, let's see 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
a star
Upon a
To follow
To what?
And you are
And you are
Party here, party over there

Look, I made ya look, ya dirty
Then your pocket, watch me book
Like Guiness I'm a Menace, so call me Dennis
So open and say
(Ahh)
And I'ma slide my yolk, in throat, and watch ya choke
On the uh, the ah, the uh, the Long-Stroke

Stroke Long Daddy money, if my name was
I'd share a scoop, runnin' shit like
You can call me Barney 'cuz I your fruity pebbles
Dibble like an office on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat
Drop the loop, then a scooper ya like a hula
To school a fool I present, a church to
I get you guess 'n jeans, you're just a hill of beans
I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick,

The razzamatazz, oh please, oh
Just give me just one blast
I gett off Prince, but I don't have to show my ass
Pass the rest, like a test, if you slip then get ripped
your 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, at the, Apollo
Come me now I don't know
(Bo, Sue?)
Even En Vogue, be me ya don't go
When time for show, everyone says
(Yea)

Ho, ho, be a slider
(Ho, ho)
'Cuz I slip, kick it like a Damme Van flip
So don't come with your judo you're just a Menudo
Emcee gettin' chewed like

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

'Bout
Willis
Willis talkin' about nuthin'
It's different
Let's get back to umm, foods
it's, early in the mornin'

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

To the hot raw, I'm rollin', rollin'
Bowlin', spare me, fuss ya hushed mouth
Lush excessive like a Jefferson
on up progressive, one time for your brain, cell
And when I get through, you say,"Aww, 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 gone with the
the dumber rhyme, I'm not a print
But I'm fresh, heatin' up like the summertime, summer
I'm a a dozen, but I keep you buzzin'
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 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 shirt
But I wear, I wear I wear it well like
To the finish, makin' ya eye pop, like you spinach
it's, time to let you know
We it up, one two three and fo'

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

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

Around and 'round and upside down and upside 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, you can Kibble a Bit
I take a squat, and MC's be sayin', "Ooh, shit"
Yo, I turn into fucktown
You're just a field goal kid, and I'm a

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

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