Luyện nghe bài hát Two Scoops of Raisins

Yo man, I'm man
Ay whatchu want man? You some breakfast or somethin'?
I want a lil', lil' somethin', yeah, yea milk and or somethin'
Somethin' man, just a little breakfast food,
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 a little, baseline or groove, knahmsayin'?
Yeah, food, uhh

you wish
When you
a star
Upon a
To follow
To follow
And you are
And you are
Party over here, party over

Look, I made ya look, ya crook
Then picked your pocket, me book
Like I'm a Menace, so call me hip-hop's Dennis
So wide and say
(Ahh)
And I'ma my yolk, in your throat, and watch ya choke
On the uh, the ah, the uh, the Daddy

Stroke Long Daddy money, if my was Sunny
I'd share a scoop, runnin' like rebels
You can call me Barney 'cuz I took your pebbles
Dibble like an office on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat
Drop the loop, then a scooper hoop ya a hula
To a fool I present, a church to repent
I get you guess 'n like jeans, you're a hill of beans
I'm all jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick

The razzamatazz, oh please, oh
Just give me one more blast
I gett off like Prince, but I don't to show my ass
Pass the rest, like a test, if you then you'll get ripped
With your handicapped pass route, and tales the crypt
I whip on ass like base ba-bay
The is good, goobely, goo, ask Gravy

Or LaMont, or Rollo, at the, Apollo
Come me now I don't know
(Bo, Sue?)
En Vogue, be tellin' me ya don't 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 judo 'cuz you're just 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 call me the
You're takin' shorts Arnold, so what chu talkin bout, Willis?

'Bout
Willis
Willis talkin' about nuthin'
It's different
Let's get to umm, breakfast foods
it's, early in the mornin'

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

To the hot raw, I'm rollin', rollin'
Bowlin', me, fuss ya hushed mouth mush
Lush alcohol's like a Jefferson
Movin' on up progressive, one for your brain, cell
And when I get through, you say,"Aww, man"
that I free won't, stop '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
the dumber rhyme, I'm not a print
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 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 with '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, gonna count it up
Mmm, get back to that umm
Food tip though, the tip
Food tip? Well, you check
you know what we need
What can I

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

Around and and upside down 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 Monie's hat, but I was a monkey in the middle
Hey, diddle diddle, you can a Bit
I a squat, and booty 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 Spike about it
I'm all that, that your bitch be home about it
Shout it out, the Lord, Hallelujah
could be love, but umm, don't let em fool ya
'Cuz when I do ya, down come down after me come
Yeah, sorry Sugar but umm, I gotta run
Run Jesse Run, keep 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 go bang, I said, bang-o, bang-oh bang-oh

Or bojangle jingle 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 in but they don't be checkin' out
I leave em out on the
So click your twice and take your ass back to Kansas