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', somethin', yeah, yea milk and cereal or somethin'
Somethin' man, just a little food, y'know?
Mmm, I don't know man, see what I got in my cabinet
(Ay)
on, let me see what I got in my cabinet
Somebody hit me with a little, baseline or groove,
Yeah, food, uhh

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

Look, I made ya look, ya dirty
Then picked your pocket, me book
Like Guiness I'm a Menace, so call me hip-hop's
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 Long-Stroke

Stroke Long money, if my name was Sunny
I'd share a scoop, runnin' shit rebels
You can call me Barney 'cuz I took your pebbles
Dibble like an office on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat
the loop, then a scooper hoop ya like a hula
To school a fool I present, a church to
I get you 'n like 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 like Prince, but I don't have to my ass
Pass the rest, like a test, if you slip then you'll get
With your pass route, and tales from the crypt
I whip on ass like base ba-bay
The is good, goobely, goo, ask Gravy

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 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 'cuz you're just a Menudo
Emcee gettin' chewed vegetables

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

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

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

To keep the hot raw, I'm rollin',
Bowlin', spare me, ya hushed mouth mush
Lush alcohol's excessive like a
Movin' on up progressive, one time for your brain,
And when I get through, you say,"Aww, man"
that I free won't, stop 'til the end
Paper I go on and go on 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 like the summertime, rhyme
I'm a dime a dozen, but I you buzzin'
Like a bee, a dozen attempts is in the
'Cuz I the dime and I'm not a leader
'Cuz I Busta Rhyme, a
If I with Rakim, you run for cover 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, ya eye pop, like you ain't spinach
Then it's, to let you know
We count it up, one two and fo'

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

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

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

With the next point to the joint, so tell Spike about it
I'm all that, that bitch be writin home about it
Shout it out, the Lord, Hallelujah
This could be love, but umm, don't let em ya
'Cuz when I do ya, come down come down after me
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, hurt me, me
Or urk me 'cuz see I'll outsmart you the Urkel
B-boys at the school of hard knocks, in a
the sess blunt, yeah stud, you ain't know?
I wanna go bang, I said, bang-o, bang-oh

Or bojangle jingle on the jaw
Hip-hip, hooray, oh now you wanna be all
Don't or pull, or you'll see, I'ma wreck it out
be checkin' 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