Luyện nghe bài hát Two Scoops of Raisins

Yo man, I'm man
Ay whatchu want You want some breakfast or somethin'?
I a lil', lil' somethin', yeah, yea milk and cereal or somethin'
Somethin' man, just a breakfast food, y'know?
Mmm, I don't man, let's see what I got in my cabinet
(Ay)
Hold on, let me see what I got in my
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 over here, over 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 Daddy

Stroke Long Daddy money, if my was Sunny
I'd a scoop, runnin' shit like rebels
You can call me Barney I took your fruity 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 I present, a church to repent
I get you guess 'n like jeans, you're just a hill of
I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick,

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

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 for show, everyone says
(Yea)

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

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

'Bout
Yeah
ain't talkin' about nuthin'
It's strokes
Let's get back to umm, foods
it's, early in the mornin'

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

To the hot raw, I'm rollin', rollin'
Bowlin', spare me, ya hushed mouth mush
Lush excessive like a Jefferson
Movin' on up progressive, one time for brain, cell
And I get through, you say,"Aww, hell man"
Styles that I free won't, stop 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
Kickin' the rhyme, I'm not a print
But I'm fresh, heatin' up the summertime, summer rhyme
I'm a dime a dozen, but I keep you
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 with Rakim, you run for cover brother

But I kick it 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
seven, not six, my shirt extra-large
But I wear, I wear I wear it well DeBarge
To the finish, makin' ya eye pop, like you ain't
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 gonna it up
Mmm, get back to that umm
Food tip though, the tip
Food Well, you just check
'Cuz you know we need
can I have?

You can have your
You can have your
You can have your
You can have pebbles
You can have your
And you can have your
But you still gotta get your two

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

With the next point to the next joint, so tell about it
I'm all that, that your be writin home about it
Shout it out, praise the Lord,
This could be love, but umm, don't let em ya
'Cuz I do ya, come down come down after me come
Yeah, Sugar Plums but umm, I gotta run
Run Run, keep hope alive
I'm down the B-boys, fuck the Jackson 5

You jive-ass turkey, be
You can get ill, but don't, me, hurt me
Or urk me 'cuz see outsmart you like the Urkel
at the school of hard knocks, in a circle
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 checkin' in but they don't be out
I leave em out on the
So click your heels twice and take ass back to Kansas