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

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

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

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

Play me like a like Penguin and the Joker
Snoopin' in my biz like Tom and Roxie
So bust the freaky, freaky, freaky
The brothers the Asian guise making G's
And now we're records overseas

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

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

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

So leapin' leprechauns, be
I'm pushin' my to the metal
I'm rugged and for Cocoa 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 seen
I stretch like a condom and gets like a wiener

Or a sausage, but of course it's, time for Chip to it
But before my intro I got's to it
So who is the nicest in neighborhood?
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 Terry
My tongue to quicken like Speedy Gonzales
Take up your pen, your pad, your 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 up your eyes and
I kick Bruce Lee and I'm Jean Claude Van Damme
So dunna, nana nana, nana nana, nana,

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

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

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

Next, a new hex, commentators aside
Stringin' MC's a bikini or panty line
Nut you might bust, but you can't even come
Spite the strokin' or hopin' or a peace pipe

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

All my styles that's buck wild, no fake rap, I push
I flip mad scripts and hips, I hit, so the Goya, oh boy
As I say, Hasta Manana and chewy Honky Kong fooey
Reggae not Rasta tough stuff, can I

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 yo, you'd better decipher
In other you'd better make a funky decision
'Cause I'm a be a Shaq knife, and cut you precision

Forget Tony Danza, I'm the
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 bragadocious
Supercalifragelistic, is alidocious
Peace, I gotta go, I ain't no
Now I it
Jam it, and make sure broke

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