Luyện nghe bài hát Yes I Am An Alien

Bam! explode, just like I were a bomb
over Vietnam high with my Uncle Tom.
Or in a cabin having a sip of tea,
while a parrot a song in the minor key of C,
to inspire me, so we see,
this harmony that develops sonically.
I'll be writing my out with a needle,
I'll make you twist and shout and I was Beatle.
Like Lennon or Stalin in a car that start,
if your Volvo is stallin' then you need to the art
of mechanics. Don't panic, though I'm galvanic!
I'm the only on the Mexican Titanic.
My loops go round and round, like a carousel,
out my BR-8, like I was William Tell.
If you haven't heard my name, I it rings a bell,
because I'm the guy
who knows what at Roswell.

Yes I'm an alien, I come outer space.
Yes I'm an alien, I'm going to this place.

Some say I'm not funny, I say okay,
I sell records here, I'm huge in the UK.
British people me to keep rocking on,
you might have heard me down in
rocking with this song.
I was sad when I found out Santa Claus,
so I made like Tim Allen and some local laws.
I moved way up and grew a beard,
now relatives and friends I'm kind of weird.
But did you I was heretic when I danced in that church
an unemployed crustacean chewing on a birch?
I'm addicted to shark meat and books by Twain
and eating Novocain shipped the Ukraine.
My not Matthew, but thanks for asking!
I live in California, I'm not Alaskan.
But okay, what can I say?
My real is actually light years away.

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You want poetry? Go Robert Frost,
the simile in hip-hop is lost,
like a pallbearer carrying a body,
or a pink Care Bare acting snotty.
Where can it go? I don't know,
but check out this alphabet flow:
like A-B-C-D-E-F-G-
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P, and ICP on LSD
or ABC or MTV or the new PC
you got for from
City in Albuquerque.
I be the VIP MC on CD,
the MC Lars Horris, as you can see.
So where do I start, and where do I
Yo, it's to be a funky fresh alien.

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