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', 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)
on, let me see what I got in my cabinet
Somebody hit me a little, baseline or groove, knahmsayin'?
Yeah, food, uhh

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

Look, I ya look, ya dirty crook
picked your pocket, watch me book
Like Guiness I'm a Menace, so me hip-hop's Dennis
So open 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 Daddy money, if my was Sunny
I'd share a scoop, runnin' shit rebels
You can me Barney 'cuz I took your fruity pebbles
Dibble like an on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat troop
Drop the loop, then a scooper ya like a hula
To school a fool I present, a church to
I get you guess 'n like jeans, just a hill of beans
I'm all jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick

The razzamatazz, oh please, oh
Just give me just one more
I gett off like Prince, but I have to show my ass
Pass the rest, a test, if you slip then you'll get ripped
With your handicapped pass route, and from the crypt
I whip on that ass base ba-bay
The is good, goobely, goo, ask Gravy

Or LaMont, or Rollo, down at the,
follow me now I don't know
(Bo, Sue?)
Even En Vogue, be tellin' me ya go
When it's time for show, everyone
(Yea)

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

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

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

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

To the hot raw, I'm rollin', rollin'
Bowlin', spare me, fuss ya hushed mush
Lush 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 free won't, 'til the end
Paper I go on and go on the pen
Get a max of funk, or sunk

One blow, and emcees are with the wind
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 attempts is in the toilet
'Cuz I flush the and I'm not a leader
I Busta Rhyme, a rhyme
If I kick 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 like DeBarge
To the finish, makin' ya eye pop, like you ain't
Then it's, to let you know
We it up, one two three and fo'

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

You can have your
You can have your
You can have puffs
You can have pebbles
You can your krunch
And you can have your
But you gotta get your two scoops

Around and 'round and upside and upside down we go
Whoa ahh, I'ma 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 MC's be sayin', "Ooh, shit"
Yo, I bucktown into fucktown
You're just a goal kid, and I'm a touchdown

With the next point to the next joint, so tell 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, don't let em ya
'Cuz when I do ya, come down come down after me
Yeah, Sugar Plums but umm, I gotta run
Run Jesse Run, keep hope
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 'cuz see outsmart you like the Urkel
B-boys at the school of knocks, in a circle
Pass the sess blunt, yeah stud, you 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 push or pull, or you'll see, wreck it out
MC's be in but they don't be checkin' out
I em out on the canvas
So click heels twice and take your ass back to Kansas