Luyện nghe bài hát Two Scoops of Raisins

Yo man, I'm man
Ay want man? You want some breakfast or somethin'?
I want a lil', lil' somethin', yeah, yea milk and or somethin'
Somethin' man, a little breakfast 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, 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 ya look, ya dirty crook
Then picked your pocket, watch me
Like Guiness I'm a Menace, so call me 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 Daddy money, if my name was Sunny
I'd share a scoop, runnin' shit rebels
You can call me 'cuz I took your fruity pebbles
like an office on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat troop
Drop the loop, a scooper hoop ya like a hula
To school a fool I present, a church to
I get you guess 'n like jeans, you're just a hill of
I'm all jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick

The razzamatazz, oh please, oh
Just give me 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 handicapped pass route, and from the crypt
I whip on that ass like 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 time for show, everyone says
(Yea)

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

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

Willis?
Yeah
Willis ain't talkin' about
different strokes
Let's get back to umm, foods
it's, early in the mornin'

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

To keep the hot raw, I'm rollin',
Bowlin', spare me, fuss ya mouth mush
alcohol's excessive like a Jefferson
Movin' on up progressive, one for your brain, cell
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, attack or

One blow, and emcees are with the wind
Kickin' the dumber rhyme, I'm not a
But I'm fresh, up like the summertime, summer rhyme
I'm a dime a dozen, but I keep you
a bee, a dozen attempts is in the toilet
'Cuz I flush the dime and I'm not a
'Cuz I Rhyme, a rhyme
If I kick with Rakim, you run for 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
seven, not six, my shirt extra-large
But I wear, I wear I wear it well like
To the finish, makin' ya eye pop, like you ain't
it's, time to let you know
We count it up, one two and fo'

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

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

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

With the next point to the next joint, so tell Spike it
I'm all that, your bitch be writin home about it
Shout it out, the Lord, Hallelujah
This could be love, but umm, let em fool ya
'Cuz when I do ya, come down down after me come
Yeah, sorry Sugar but umm, I gotta run
Run Run, keep hope alive
I'm down with the B-boys, the Jackson 5

You jive-ass turkey, be
You can get ill, but don't, hurt me, me
Or urk me 'cuz see I'll outsmart you like the
B-boys at the of hard knocks, in a circle
Pass the sess blunt, yeah stud, you know?
I wanna go bang, I said, bang-o, bang-oh

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