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 milk and cereal or
Somethin' man, a little breakfast food, y'know?
Mmm, I know man, let's see what I got in my cabinet
(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 made ya look, ya dirty
Then your pocket, watch me book
Guiness I'm a Menace, so call me hip-hop's Dennis
So open and say
(Ahh)
And I'ma my yolk, in your throat, and watch ya choke
On the uh, the ah, the uh, the Long-Stroke

Stroke Long Daddy money, if my name was
I'd share a scoop, runnin' like rebels
You can call me Barney I took your fruity pebbles
Dibble like an on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat troop
Drop the loop, then a scooper hoop ya like a
To school a I present, a church to repent
I get you 'n like jeans, you're 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 blast
I gett off like Prince, but I don't have to my ass
Pass the rest, like a test, if you slip then get ripped
With your handicapped route, and tales from the crypt
I whip on that ass like ba-bay
The is good, goobely, goo, ask Gravy

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

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

Ahh, cabbage is a cabbage, a lettuce is a
I'ma tear this whole into scraps
I bust raps, perhaps caps, and 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 Arnold, so what chu talkin bout, Willis?

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

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

To keep the hot raw, I'm rollin',
Bowlin', me, fuss ya hushed mouth mush
Lush alcohol's excessive like a
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, attack or

One blow, and emcees are gone the wind
Kickin' the dumber rhyme, I'm not a
But I'm fresh, up like the summertime, summer rhyme
I'm a a dozen, but I keep you buzzin'
Like a bee, a dozen attempts is in the
I flush 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 Petey 'cuz I'm another mother
(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 DeBarge
To the finish, makin' ya eye pop, like you ain't
Then it's, time to let you
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
Food tip though, the tip
tip? Well, you just check
'Cuz you know we need
What can I

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

and 'round and upside down 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 in the middle
Hey, diddle, you can Kibble a Bit
I a squat, and booty MC's be sayin', "Ooh, shit"
Yo, I bucktown into fucktown
just a field goal kid, and I'm a touchdown

With the next point to the next joint, so tell Spike it
I'm all that, that your bitch be home about it
Shout it out, praise the Lord,
This could be love, but umm, don't let em ya
'Cuz when I do ya, come down come after me come
Yeah, sorry 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, me, hurt me
Or urk me 'cuz see I'll outsmart you the Urkel
B-boys at the 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 jingle jangle on the jaw
Hip-hip, hooray, oh now you be all lovable?
push or pull, or you'll see, I'ma wreck it out
MC's be checkin' in but they be checkin' out
I em out on the canvas
So click your heels twice and take ass back to Kansas