Luyện nghe bài hát What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock)

Can we rock? up doc?
Can we rock? up doc?
Can we rock? What's up
Can we rock? up doc?

Cha cha cha, cha cha
up Pa, yo who poop?
Your ma dukes or pa
There's two a raisin in the sun

tryin' to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe-deckin', rubber in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, slide by like egg

me like a punk like Penguin and the Joker
Snoopin' in my biz like Tom and Roker
So the freaky, freaky, freaky ways
The brothers with the Asian guise G's
And now sellin' records overseas

Holy smokes, oops, your plan goofed up
Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, plus up
'Cause you can a quick drop
For tryin' to the Schnicks' props
So tick tock around the clock and shock while we shots

For goodness
The stakes is
I'm out
(You out?)
ABC-ya, bye

Can we rock? What's up
Can we What's up doc?
Can we rock? What's up
Can we What's up doc?

I thought I saw a cat, I did
I did the humpty-dumpty, bashful grumpy
Crisco kid
'Cause my style's figaro, figaro, figaro, like Pinocchio's
Big underground, underground humpty-dumpty, camel hump nose

So play doe, sufferin' succotash my mistletoe is gone
Snow is after my seven dwarfs
My styles, and after me lucky

So leapin' leprechauns, be
I'm pushin' my to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa
And yes, I love my Fruity

So howdy, my partner, I to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope, not Mr. Bob
Oh, where has my mic gone? Tell me, you seen her?
I like a condom and gets plump like a wiener

Or a sausage, but of course it's, time for to wreck it
But my intro I got's to check it
So who is the in your neighborhood?
Lyrics are merry, merry, quite
And Crunch, berry good

So rah, rah, sis,
Chip Fu is coming again, give and praises to Jah
My lyrics are smooth the head on Terry Savalas
My tongue starts to quicken like Speedy
Take up your pen, your pad, lyrical bag
And run go a fresh

pussy cat, put down that mic 'cause you can't rap
'Cause I'm dip-dip-divin', so
Clean out your ears, yes, and open up your and
I kick like Bruce Lee and I'm Jean Claude Van
So dunna, nana nana, nana nana, nana,

I hip-hop, hop-hop, don't-don't,
I'm than a Flinstone
Coming up bigger than a Chub
Our of lyrical styles
Yes the Schnickens can 'em
I burp, stick 'em, ha ha ha, 'em

Can we rock? up doc?
Can we rock? What's up
Can we rock? up doc?
Can we rock? What's up

Rippin' the program, man, hot damn
I grand slam, swingin' things and again
Golly ha-chooey, macho like
Randy Savage man witch, swingin' the with damage
not Antoinish nor Monetego
Spanish like queue for the nine two

Next, a new hex, commentators stand
Stringin' MC's like a bikini or line
Nut you bust, but you can't even come right
Spite the strokin' or hopin' or pullin' a pipe

Huff and puff so what the fuck is
On the lyrical, miracle, spiritual, but rockin'
Flip a new hit, catch to the nine ship
Equipped, never slip with tongue

All my that's buck wild, no fake rap, I push pounds
I flip mad and hips, I hit, so bring the Goya, oh boy
As I say, Hasta soft and chewy Honky Kong fooey
Reggae not Rasta stuff, can I rock?

up doc? Can we rock?
What's up doc? Can we
What's up doc? Can we
What's up

I'm the Hooper, the hyper, by Viper
When I'm out the hoop yo, you'd decipher
In other words you'd better make a funky
'Cause I'm a be a knife, and cut you with precision

Forget Danza, I'm the boss
When it comes to money, I'm like Dick
Now the first pick me, word is born and
Not a Laettner, not Alonzo Mourning

That's okay, not being
Supercalifragelistic, is alidocious
Peace, I go, I ain't no joke
Now I it
Jam it, and make sure broke

What's up doc? Can we
What's up doc? Can we
up doc? Can we rock?
What's up