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 milk and or somethin'
Somethin' man, just a little food, y'know?
Mmm, I don't know man, let's see what I got in my
(Ay)
Hold on, let me see 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 what?
To follow
And you are
And you are
over here, party over there

Look, I ya look, ya dirty crook
picked your pocket, watch 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 throat, and watch ya choke
On the uh, the ah, the uh, the Daddy

Long Daddy money, if my name was Sunny
I'd a scoop, runnin' shit like rebels
You can call me Barney 'cuz I took 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 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
give 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 pass route, and tales from the crypt
I on that 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
it's 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 judo 'cuz you're just a Menudo
gettin' chewed like vegetables

Ahh, is a cabbage, a lettuce is a lettuce
I'ma tear this whole joint into
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 chu talkin bout, Willis?

Willis?
Yeah
Willis ain't talkin' about
It's different
Let's get back to umm, 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 your poundcakes
You can your loops
But you still get your two scoops

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

One blow, and emcees are with the wind
Kickin' the 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 attempts is in the toilet
'Cuz I the dime and I'm not a leader
I Busta Rhyme, a rhyme
If I with Rakim, you run for cover brother

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 extra-large
But I wear, I wear I wear it well like
To the finish, makin' ya eye pop, you ain't 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, gonna count it up
Mmm, let's get to that umm
tip though, the breakfast tip
Food Well, you just check
'Cuz you know what we
What can I

You can have your
You can have bran
You can have your
You can have your
You can your krunch
And you can have loops
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 wear Monie's hat, but I was a monkey in the
Hey, diddle diddle, you can a Bit
I take a squat, and booty be sayin', "Ooh, shit"
Yo, I turn bucktown into
You're just a field goal kid, and I'm a

With the next to the next joint, so tell Spike about it
I'm all that, that your bitch be writin home it
Shout it out, praise the Lord,
This be love, but umm, don't let em fool ya
'Cuz when I do ya, come come down after me come
Yeah, sorry Sugar but umm, I gotta run
Run Run, keep hope alive
I'm with 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 hard knocks, in a
Pass the sess blunt, yeah stud, you ain't
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 in but they don't be checkin' out
I leave em out on the
So click heels twice and take your ass back to Kansas