Luyện nghe bài hát You Got A Problem

3, 2, 1, I'm son of a gun, but one who has
the fun by the and the ton. Like Marv
but worse, I got the curse, got
perverse with the in the maternity
ward. right, I'm nuts, ask Fisty Cuts. I
got status at the Brooklyn Zoo.
Doobie doobie doo, we like the crew
runs up in the club wearin' shoes.
When I get the blues I get it bad, ask
for promos, Feliz Navidad. Johnny
Black got my back, baby, or sad. If I
out of your favor, don' get mad.

If the don't get me then the drugs sure
will, scotch and soda's with a twenty
bill.

My head like old vinyl, and like Lionel,
I'm idle. stalking the title, stealin'
by ways and means. And thats why
marines got M-16's I think I her, but
she's affected, bullshit detected.
why she got neglected, I it, turned up
here, I'll have a beer and a about that
Guenevere. Lord I knowin' there'd be
days like these, but please don't hit me
the release, and don't rat me out to
Edwin Meese, 'cause I around the
and the seven seas.

If the heat don't get me then the sure
will, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a
bill. My mamma always told me
never drink on pills, down the window
'cause I'm feelin' ill.