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

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

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

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

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

Holy smokes, oops, your whole goofed up
Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, cuffed up
'Cause you can catch a drop
For tryin' to take the Schnicks'
So tick tock around the clock and while we lick shots

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

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

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

So play dosey doe, sufferin' succotash my is gone
Snow White is my seven dwarfs
My styles, and after me charms

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

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, have you her?
I stretch a condom and gets plump like a wiener

Or a sausage, but of course it's, time for Chip to it
But before my intro I to check it
So who is the nicest in your
are merry, merry, quite contrary
And Crunch, berry good

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

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

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

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

Rippin' the program, man, hot damn
I slam, swingin' things again and again
Golly ha-chooey, like Roscoe
Savage man witch, swingin' the ding-a-ling with damage
Pauish not Antoinish nor
Spanish like queue for the two lingo

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

Huff and puff so what the is happenin'?
On the lyrical, miracle, spiritual, but rockin'
a new hit, catch wreck to the nine ship
Equipped, never slip tongue twister

All my styles buck wild, no fake rap, I push pounds
I flip mad scripts and hips, I hit, so 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 Can we rock?
up doc?

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

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

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

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